那年秋天,日本岛内的天气已逐渐寒凉起来。我在古城京都的小桥上游走,看樱花树大片大片的绿意在逶迤而至的秋阳下,愈发蓬勃壮美。于此同时,第一次来到异国的我,却在仰望这绿浪的时刻,莫名生出一种漂泊感。行走在京都市的每一处,我都会误以为自己是走在迷宫中的十字路口。巨大的喧嚣与涌动着的人流,无时无刻不令我感觉到个人的卑微、渺小。不经意间,我在街对面发现了一个小公园,我伫立良久,决定去看看公园中 That autumn, the weather in Japan’s island has been gradually cold and cold. I walked the small bridge in the ancient city of Kyoto to see the large green cherry trees in the glittering autumn, more vigorous and magnificent. At the same time, the first time I came to a foreign country, I looked up at the moment of this green wave and inexplicably gave birth to a sense of drift. Everywhere I walk in Kyoto, I mistook myself for a crossroads in the maze. Huge noise and surging crowd, all the time I feel personal humble, insignificant. Inadvertently, I found a small park across the street, I stood for a long time, decided to go look at the park