| 1. | September . . . a pause , for summer to say an awkward and lingering goodbye and for autumn , sitting on a hilltop , a jug of fresh cider in one hand , a bunch of wild purple asters in the other , waiting to say hello 九月… …一个休止符,夏天在此欲言又止,徘徊不去,久久不愿说再见;秋天则坐在山顶,一手拿着一壶新酿的苹果酒,一手握着一束野紫苑花,期盼着问好。 |