我在泉州工作期间,流连最多的去处,莫过于文庙了。每当我走过那片青灰的石板广场,一脚跨进红墙红瓦间的那扇庄严厚重的大门时,无论多么纷扰缭乱的思绪,总会平静下来。谁也无法否认,人世间,总有些场所和情景能让我们躁动的心魂瞬间回归清明。比如诀别、比如祭祀、比如参拜、比如在寂静的午夜独自凝望浩渺的星空……文庙于我,便如是。尤其是在细雨天,密柔的雨丝将文庙广场两侧的细叶榕清洗得青翠欲滴,迷蒙的水雾弥漫在枝叶间,与头顶稀薄的流云遥相呼应着, I work in Quanzhou, the most hang around place, than the Confucian Temple. Whenever I walked through the square of green and gray stone, kicked into the solemn and heavy door between the red walls and red tiles, no matter how confused thoughts, always calm down. No one can deny that in this world, there are always places and scenes that can make our restless soul instantly return to the Qingming. Such as farewell, such as sacrifices, such as visits, such as quiet at midnight alone staring vast sky ...... Temple in me, so. Especially in the rainy day, dense soft rain silk Temple on both sides of the Temple Banyan fruit washed green verdant, misty mist filled the branches and leaves, and the thin stream of clouds away from his head echoes,