江南的秋天,来得也迟,去得也急。在葱茏与枯朽之间,刻意地掩饰着。恰似都市迟暮美人,不甘心红颜散尽,怕泄露年华更替的痕迹,只得粉饰或遁迹。一场突如其来的秋雨,把江南负隅顽抗的晚夏连同浓烈的彩妆冲淡冲残。莫干山麓的禅源寺却在淡烟疏雨中妖娆挺立,黄紫烂漫,在山岚苍树里,竟有了众芳摇落之后难掩国色的风尘味。释迦曾在灵山拈花微笑,参悟禅心。我因 Jiangnan autumn, too late, too urgent. In between verdant and decadent, deliberately concealed. Just like the city of late beauty, unwilling to disappear from the roots, afraid to reveal the looming relics of traces, only whitewash or escape. A sudden autumn rain, the late summer nasty stubborn Jiangnan, along with strong make-up diluted dilute the residual. Mogan foothills of the Temple of Zen source is elusive in the smoke and rain erect, yellow and blue, in the Arashi Cang tree, as much as the unpleasant smell of the wind after falling. Sakyamuni Buddha spent the time in the smile, meditation Zen meditation. I am