嗟呼!草木无情,有时凋零。人为动物,惟物之灵。百忧感其心,万事劳其形,有动于中,必摇其精。而况思其力之所不及,忧其智之所不能,宜其渥然丹者为槁木,黟然黑者为星星。奈何以非金石之质,欲与草木而争荣?念谁为之戕贼,亦何恨乎秋声!(选自《中国文学名作欣赏》,谢昭新主编,科学出版社2000年) Ba call! Plants ruthless, sometimes dying. Artificial animals, spiritual things. Pernod feelings of heart, all its shape, moving in, will shake its essence. But the state of mind beyond the power of worry about their wisdom can not, should be their avalanche Dan who Almighty, suddenly black as the stars. Why not with the non-gold quality, desire and grass and glory? Read who the thief, but also hate the autumn sound! (Selected from “Appreciation of Chinese Literature,” edited by Xie Zhaoxin, Science Press 2000)