暖意湿润的气息充斥鼻端,一扫因北京气温骤降而带来的无所适从。循着沈从文先生笔下的足迹,我拎包来到凤凰。说是来到凤凰,莫若言之归兮凤凰。我在的城市,落了雨。恰合了心中的边城,它必定是落了雨的城。青石板路,浸着丝丝雨意。亦仿佛有个青年正撑着油纸伞,在窄窄的街道,等着心上人翩然而来擦肩而去。这里是先生成长的地方,是先生一生放不下的地方,是先生笔下一直让我魂牵梦萦的地方。我终究还是来了,不早不晚。我终究还是来 Warm and humid atmosphere full of nose, swept away due to the sudden drop in temperature in Beijing brought nothing. Follow the footsteps of Mr. Shen Congwen pen, my bag came to the Phoenix. Said to come to the Phoenix, Momoruyanzhi Xi Phoenix. I’m in the city, it’s raining. Just right in the border town, it must have fallen into the rain city. Bluestone Road, immersed in sway rain. It seems as if a young man is carrying a paper umbrella, in a narrow street, waiting for a pass away from the heart of a man. Here is the place where Mr. grows, is where his life can not be released, is always my husband pen and pencil dream place. I have finally come, not too late. I will come after all