这个季节的北京,是一座用银杏叶点缀的城。不必登上西山,在大悲寺外就感受到那如年华般的飘零;也不必走过钓鱼台,在甬道上就凝望到那似生命般的灿烂。不经意地转过街角,说不定就会有一抹温暖的金黄在静静等待着你。就像那些鲜活的记忆,在时间的冷风中总会慢慢失去了水分,变得疏松脆弱。但倘若能将其 Beijing in this season is a city dotted with ginkgo leaves. You don’t have to board the Xishan Mountain and feel the wandering moments like the ages outside the Great Dying Temple. You don’t have to walk through the Diaoyutai and stare at the lifelike splendour. Inadvertently turning around the street corner, maybe there will be a warm golden waiting for you in silence. Just like those vivid memories, in the cold wind of time, you will always lose moisture and become weak and fragile. But if you can