晚秋十月,川北已抖寒意。为早赴九寨赏秋,便沐着沥沥细雨,在古镇松潘向“红军烈士碑园”匆匆道别,驱车逆水湍浪急的岷江而上,急欲扑向这久已向往的人间胜境。我与陕西作家朱玉葆、散文作家卜元华等同住在树正寨前藏族同胞一幢新盖的木楼里。那木楼古朴、幽静,且又时时散发淡淡的木香,连梦都被这袭人的气 Late autumn October, North Sichuan has shook chill. To Jiuzhai reward autumn, they Muyu drizzle, in the ancient town of Songpan to the “Red Army Martyrs Monument Park” hastily bid farewell to drive the turbulent waves of the Minjiang River upstream, anxious to pounce on this long-desired world of human life. I lived with Shaanxi writer Zhu Yu Bao and prose writer Bu Yuanhua in a newly-covered wooden building in front of Shuzhengzhai Village. That wooden floor quaint, quiet, and from time to time the exudes a touch of wood, even the dream has been this breath of man