对秋天的喜爱从孩子时就开始了。还记得高中的时候,有两篇令人齿颊留香的课文,一篇是郁达夫的《故都的秋》,另一篇是史铁生的《秋天的怀念》。这两篇文章都把一个秋天,一个北国的秋天写到了尽头。“云若无心常淡淡。”秋天里的云悠然飘过视线的时候,心会变得像天一样蓝。无心的云,来去总是没有理由,就如同生命的行程一样,不知何时开始流动,也不知何时将彻底宁静。划过去,没有痕迹留下,只是天空记住了存 Love for the fall begins when children. Still remember high school, there are two cheeky fragrance of the text, one is Yu Dafu’s “autumn of the old capital”, and the other is Shi Tiesheng’s “miss of the autumn.” Both articles put an autumn, a fall of the northern kingdom at the end. “If the heartless cloud often light. ” Autumn cloud slowly wandering through the eyes, the heart will become blue as the sky. Unconscious cloud, come and go there is always no reason, just as the journey of life, I do not know when to begin to flow, I do not know when will be completely quiet. Draw in the past, there is no trace left, but the sky remembered the deposit