一93年前(1918年)的那个春天,来得稍稍有些晚。春寒料峭,大地玄黄,四野苍凉。没有曳曳返青的小草,没有恣意绽放的野花,只有远处静默的山峦,蜿蜒起伏,连绵不绝。此时,地处江南的赣东北信水河畔,鹅湖一隅,灵山脚下,一条辛弃疾曾经走过的黄沙大道上,一个瘦削的身影正背负行囊,穿行在晨光与薄雾之中,向着远方那个理想升腾的地方,义无反顾地行进。 A little bit late for that spring, 93 years ago (1918). Spring chill, the earth mysterious yellow, four wild desolate. There is no drag grass green, no blooming wildflowers, only distant silent mountains, meandering, endless. At this time, is located in the southwestern Jiangxi northeast Shishui River, the corner of Ego, at the foot of Lingshan, a Xin Qiji had gone through the yellow sand avenue, a thin figure is carrying bags, walking in the morning and mist, toward the distance Where the ideal ascended, he walked without hesitation.