老头是在一个深秋傍晚走的。不是寿终正寝,投水、服毒、上吊,这些自然不是,更不是遭遇灾祸死于非命。老头走得安详,安静。深秋的山野,呈现临近萧肃的黛苍,溪水青碧,田畴灰白,乌桕树叶完全红透了。山脚,一间木屋,双合门,面朝山野敞开着,门前晒场,不大,泥黄一方小坪,四边长了杂草,一只石磙就卧在那青茂草色里,一端磙眼里居然长出来一丛野菊,瘦,却清丽,那么高挑举在芸芸众草之上。那把竹躺椅,已极老旧,摆在场坪中央,围 The old man is walking in the late autumn evening. Not end, water, poison, hanging, these are not natural, nor are they killed in disasters disaster. The old man went quiet and quiet. Autumn in the mountains, showing the sunshine near Xiao Su Cang, stream bikini, Tian domain gray, black leaves completely red. Mountain foot, a wooden house, double door, open facing the mountains, in front of the sun, not large, small yellow side of the muddy, four sides of a long weeds, a stone lying on that green grass color, one end 磙In fact, grow a bunch of wild chrysanthemum, thin, but elegant, so tall and strong in the public grass above. That bamboo chaise longue, has been very old, placed in the field center, Wai