多年以后,当一个头发花白的纳西老人向我谈起当年的往事时,他加重了语气强调说:那年的秋天来得特别的早。一场接一场的秋雨使古老的丽江变得有些萧瑟了,城里斗折蛇行的溪流快要漫上街沿了。而玉龙和哈巴两座雪山,依然在远处闪着落寞的白光。丽江城边的白沙乡,几块不大不小的平坝上,木叶摇落,浅草枯黄。 Years later, when a gray-haired Naxi old man talked to me about the past, he emphasized the tone to emphasize that the fall of that year was particularly early. After a series of autumn rains to make the ancient Lijiang a bit bleak, the city’s footholds of streams are about to drift along the streets. The Yulong and Haba two snow-capped mountains, still in the distance flashing lonely white light. Baisha Township, Lijiang City, a few pieces of flat on the dam, the leaves fall, asakusa yellow.