秋色倏然深了,霜降过后又一直下着连绵的冷雨,感冒了,秋衣不胜寒,黄昏时撑一把伞走在马路上,瑟瑟飘摇似鬼影。时间易老,秋天的斑驳与秾艳,终于像一件棉布大衣褪尽了纹饰,像被风雨涮洗了多年的佛寺壁画,露出简古的草白。暮秋宜感冒,宜发呆,宜读书,宜文章。多年前我在习作中写道:“文要老,人要嫩。”以为得意句,而今人过不惑霜华生,叵耐文章不老似少年。我在秋风秋雨中写作,秋意冷冽染双鬓。文章,古人又谓之笔阵,以纸为阵,以字为军,以笔为刀矟,以墨为鍪甲,以砚为城池, Autumn suddenly dark, frost down and has been rolling under the continuous cold, a cold, autumn coat is undoubtedly cold, holding an umbrella at dusk walking in the road, rustling ghostly. Time easy to old, autumn mottled and Yan Yan, and finally faded as a coat of apparel, such as the wind and rain washed temple murals for many years, exposing plain old white. Twilight autumn should be cold, should be trance, should study, should article. Many years ago I wrote in the exercise: “The text should be old, people should be tender.” Thought proud sentence, and now people are not frost Watson, I love the article is not old like a boy. I am writing in the autumn autumn rain, autumn cold stained double 鬓. Articles, the ancients also referred to the pen array, with paper array, the word for the military, the pen as a knife 矟 to ink as a nail, inkstone for the city,