一那个秋,父亲回到这个我小时候采过菊他小时候放过牛的山间。那一日秋阳如血,野菊如诉,而我已无泪。此后每个秋,我都要进山,一人独对。松涛、菊香、虫鸣、蝶舞,都是父亲与我的交流。我相信父亲在山间不会孤单。以松为邻、以菊为友,逸笔水墨、拈花扫云,再没有病痛,再没有纷杂,做一个真正寄情山水的隐者。那个秋,我一夜之间成人,仿佛成熟于寂灭之后的再生。 One autumn, my father returned to this hill when I was a child asleep when he was young. That day Qiuyang blood, wild juju, and I have no tears. After each autumn, I have to enter the mountains, one person alone. Songtao, chrysanthemum, insects, splendor, are my father and my exchange. I believe his father will not be alone in the mountains. To pine for the neighbors, Chrysanthemum for Friends, Yi Pen ink, Nianhua sweep the cloud, no more pain, no more complicated, to be a true love of landscape Hermit. That autumn, I overnight adult, as if mature after the regeneration of silence.