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午后小睡醒来，为自己泡了一杯淡茶，选了一曲音乐，舒撒一下还不算怎么凌乱的思绪。

喝一口茶，唇齿间泛起淡淡的茶香，不禁又一次浅饮。听着音乐，心里泛起的是如同乐曲里的情愫，不经意间心绪走远。

看看窗外，还是很温暖的阳光，秋高气爽的蓝天白云 。秋风只是凉了一些，燕子还在枝头叽叽喳喳的叫着，我想，也许它们是在商量何时启程，飞去南国躲避严寒吧。近处的花草，欣然的接受着秋风的馈赠，把以往娇媚的容颜结痂打籽，在秋天的凉风里，酝酿下一季的春暖花开。田野的的高粱笑红了脸，像一位待嫁的新娘，羞答答的在枝头抿着嘴。一片片稻田，金灿灿的在秋风里舞蹈，急切切的盼望着走进主人的家门，入仓欢笑。

凝望着眼前灿烂的秋色，虽然失去了花枝招展，但是并不凄凉，并不哀怨，并不萧瑟。因为这是成熟的”季节，因为这是收获的季节。这样的季节里充满喜悦，这样的季节充满欢声笑语，是任何一个季节无法比拟的。谁说秋风惨淡秋草黄，我言秋日胜春潮。你看，渐渐浓郁的秋色里，从橙黄点点到万里山河一脉金黄，哪一处不是成熟的果实，哪一处不是丰收的喜悦。季节一程一程的流逝着，岁月一轮一轮的更迭着，年年岁岁春草绿，岁岁年年秋草黄，春播秋收笑颜开。

这样的季节，无需远行。只要一种安静、优雅、祥和、无欲、无争的心态，享受现世的安稳、岁月的静好。寻一隅独坐，煮一杯淡淡的茶，听一曲舒缓的音乐，品一首唐诗抑或宋词，再用笔写一下此时此刻的心境，这样的日子多好，静听风雨，闲看落花。品茶邀秋风，与我一起画峨眉，赏菊看花黄。

心随着温婉的音乐，祥和着、轻快着、舒缓着……这个时节，朵朵白云，就像记忆的花，开在经年的渡口。心窗打开，遥落下满心烟火往事，以禅心云水的情结，倾泻在秋日里的一杯淡淡的茶香里，一曲缓缓地音乐里。薄薄的秋阳下，往事恬淡而悠远，静静地在心底散发往事中的清欢，悄然划过心海。

在北方提起香蕉是人人皆知的，但是要是提起芭蕉，就有些弄不明白，到底是一种什么样的植物了。芭蕉，对于我而言，我只知道它是一种植物，经常出现在唐诗宋词里。“风淅淅，夜雨连黑云，滴滴，窗下芭蕉灯下客。”“秋风多，雨相和，帘外芭蕉三两窠，夜长人奈何？”“红了樱桃，绿了芭蕉……”我就想，芭蕉应该是很美的吧，要不为什么总会出现在唐诗宋词里，说的都是芭蕉，而不是香蕉呢？所以，我怀着好奇的心情开始询问：

芭蕉开花吗？

开花。

芭蕉结果实吗？

笨蛋，芭蕉当然接果实了，要不怎么叫芭蕉而不叫香蕉呢。

那我怎么没听说有卖芭蕉的呢，果实能吃吗？

因为芭蕉和香蕉有点相似，所以人么就把它们混淆了。

你的意思是能吃，它们差不多？

我被人白了一眼，也知道答案了。

香蕉，吃起来口感甜润。从颜色上看，香蕉未成熟时为青绿色，成熟后转为黄色，带有褐色斑点。果肉成黄白色，横断面近圆形。芭蕉，口感略甜，回味有一点儿酸。芭蕉果皮呈灰黄色成熟后无斑点，横断面为扁圆形。

此时，杯中盛的些许的茶已经凉了，音乐循环放着，我无语着……

原来，一份情怀一直婉约在四季的风里，又像是静静的居住在我的心里。看眼前已经不华美的叶片即将飘落，真有些担心，时光旧了，我也会成为一朵枯黄的花蕊，在深秋里黯然失色，任秋霜染白了华发，这世上最残忍的东西，莫过于如飞一样的时光吧。总喜欢一个人，盈满屋子的静谧，将寂寞开满。

知道，已经是时过境迁，虽然那种最初的念还在心底，时刻索绕出不是风花雪月的片断。却早已是与爱无关，仅仅是，怀念而已。你瞧，有一枚落叶，在秋风中滑落了。我多想走过去，捡拾起来，给予它我手心里的温暖。看见了落叶的姿势，任秋风吹拂叶片慢慢的飘落。就如这人生，有诸多事，由不得你，那么只有顺其自然。

坐在这样一个秋日里，喝着茶，听着音乐。有往事飘过心头，又悄悄的溜走。坐在这样一个秋日里，喝着茶，听着音乐。有往事飘过心头，又悄悄的溜走。窗外吹过微凉的风，落花满径。虽已是菊繁蟹肥时，却是蕊寒香冷蝶难来。静静的安于一隅，用文字慰藉心扉。煮一盏茶，听一曲音乐，写一阕干净清爽的文字。在一片叶里，轻嗅一段光阴的味道，任华年敲打经年的记忆。在前行的岁月里，在心中索绕的似有似无的一丝丝温暖，会陶醉一份久违的感动。在秋风里，我似乎又看到了下一季的春暖花开，我看到了枝头的丛丛新绿，婀娜的缀满树梢。我看到了满树的花朵，妩媚嫣然的抱枝憨笑，春花渲染了一径朱红。那么，你就在春暖花开的时候，等着我，好吗？

Wake up after a nap, make a cup of light tea for yourself, choose a piece of music, and relax the thoughts that are not so messy.

Drink a mouthful of tea, lips and teeth between the light fragrance of tea, can not help but drink again. Listening to the music, the heart is like the sincere feelings in the music, inadvertently go far.

Look out the window, still very warm sunshine, crisp autumn blue sky and white clouds. The autumn wind is just cool, the swallows are still chirping in the branches, I think, maybe they are discussing when to leave, fly to the south to avoid the cold. Nearby flowers and plants, gladly accept the gift of the autumn wind, the past charming face scab seeds, in the autumn breeze, brewing the next season of spring flowers. The sorghum in the field smiled red, like a bride to be married, shyly pursing her mouth in the branches. A piece of rice fields, golden dancing in the autumn wind, eagerly looking forward to entering the master’s door, into the warehouse laughter.

Staring at the brilliant autumn colors in front of my eyes, although I have lost the flowers, but it is not desolate, not sad, not bleak. Because this is the season of ripening, because this is the season of harvest. Such a season is full of joy, such a season is full of laughter, is incomparable to any other season. Who said the autumn wind bleak autumn grass yellow, I said autumn win spring tide. You see, in the gradually rich autumn color, from the orange-yellow dots to the Wanli mountains and rivers, which is not the ripe fruit, which is not the joy of harvest. The season is passing by, the years round by round, year after year spring grass green, year after year autumn grass yellow, spring sowing and autumn harvest smile.

No need to travel in this season. As long as a quiet, elegant, peaceful, no desire, no contention of the state of mind, enjoy the stability of the world, the quiet years of good. Sit alone in a corner, cook a cup of light tea, listen to a soothing music, taste a Tang poem or Song Ci, and then write about the state of mind at this moment, such a good day, listen to the wind and rain, idle to see the fallen flowers. Tea invite autumn wind, with me to paint Emei, enjoy chrysanthemums see flowers and yellow.

Heart with gentle music, peaceful, light, soothing… This season, white clouds, like the flowers of memory, open in the ferry for years. Heart window open, distant fall full of fireworks past, with Zen heart of the complex of cloud water, poured into a cup of light tea in the autumn, a song slowly music. Thin autumn sun, the past quiet and distant, quietly in the bottom of my heart distributed in the past happy, quietly across the heart sea.

In the north, when it comes to bananas, everyone knows it, but when it comes to plantains, there is some confusion about what kind of plants they are. Plantain, as far as I am concerned, I only know it is a kind of plant, which often appears in Tang poems and Song poems. “The wind falls, the night rain even dark clouds, drops, under the window under the plantain lamp guests.” “Autumn wind, rain and phase, outside the curtain of plantains three or two, night long people how?” “Red cherries, green plantains…” I thought, plantain should be very beautiful, or why always appear in the Tang poetry Song Ci, said is plantain, not bananas? So, with some curiosity, I started asking:

Does the plantain flower?

Blossom.

Does the plantain bear fruit?

Fool, of course the plantain takes the fruit, otherwise it is called the plantain instead of the banana.

Then why haven’t I heard that they sell plantains? Can the fruit be eaten?

Because plantains and bananas are somewhat similar, people confuse them.

You mean edible? They’re similar?

I got the wrong look, and I know the answer.

Bananas, taste sweet. In terms of color, bananas are green when they are immature and turn yellow with brown spots when they are ripe. The flesh is yellowish-white and nearly round in cross section. Banana, slightly sweet with a sour finish. The peel of the banana is grayish yellow without spots after maturity, and the cross section is oblate.

At this time, a little tea in the cup has cooled, the music is playing in a loop, I am speechless…

It turns out that a feeling has been gentle in the wind of the four seasons, and it seems to live quietly in my heart. Look at the eyes have not gorgeous leaves about to fall, really some worry, time is old, I will become a yellow flower, pale in late autumn, let the autumn frost dyed white hair, the most cruel thing in the world, is like flying time. Always like a person, filled with the quiet room, will be full of loneliness.

Know, has been the passage of time, although the kind of initial reading is still in the bottom of my heart, the moment is not a piece of wind and snow. But it has nothing to do with love, just miss it. You see, there is a fallen leaf, slipped in the autumn wind. I want to go over, pick it up, give it the warmth of my hand. Saw the posture of the fallen leaves, let the autumn wind blow the leaves slowly falling. Just like this life, there are many things, can not be you, then only let nature take its course.

Sitting on an autumn day like this, drinking tea, listening to music. There is the past floating in my mind, and quietly slipped away. Sitting on an autumn day like this, drinking tea, listening to music. There is the past floating in my mind, and quietly slipped away. Outside the window blowing slightly cool wind, falling flowers full of paths. Although it is chrysanthemum numerous crab fat, but the core cold sweet cold butterfly difficult to come. Quietly settle in a corner, with words comfort heart. Cook a cup of tea, listen to a piece of music, write a clean and refreshing text. In a leaf, the light smell of a period of time, any Hualian beating years of memory. In the years ahead, there seems to be a little warmth in the heart, will revel in a long-lost touched. In the autumn wind, I seem to see the next season of spring flowers, I saw the branches of the new green, graceful full of treetops. I saw the trees full of flowers, charming and sweet holding branches and smiling, spring flowers render a path of vermiline. So, you just wait for me in the spring, okay?