眼瞅着春节快到了，年肯定要过的，非得过啊，谁让咱是华夏子孙来着。时光荏苒，那曾经嚣张凶残，肆虐于乡间的年兽似乎销声匿迹了。如今人口爆炸，甭说年了，连虎狼也罕见了，城乡住宅拥挤，鞭炮被禁了，确实天干物燥，小心火烛，您听那木梆子敲得山响。
人在海外，过年的意识一度变得淡薄了，荒芜了。什么腊八除夕，三九寒天，八竿子打不着了。住在一个没有冬天的地方久了，从不落雪，时常暖冬，秋天与春天相邻，人体机能退化，季节观念模糊，就连院子里的花草都懵懂了，应该三月四月开花，十二月就露头了，让人看了诧异。
感谢网络，近些年，人们互相提醒，大声疾呼，连粽子元宵都吃上了。年关将至，讲究个辞旧迎新。那就发几张秋天的图片，回顾一番，辞别那个喧喧嚣嚣的马年。念几句英文，满怀倾诉，深深感恩，惟愿羊年吉祥。
天地开阔，望断天边那云
池塘秋色，不见去年的鹭
港口繁忙，远看寂静无声
晨色淡淡，晕得文文静静
枯树老鸦，说了东家说西家
红豆枝头，凝结着太多的惊讶
风扫薄云，捎去说不出口的问候
秋色嫣红，是谁独自徜徉街头
她在招手，嘘寒问暖的温柔
暮然回首，在这里住了很多年头
头次走过，晨阳温热了肩头
记着回来，满地红叶，迟疑脚步
He Was My Life
by Edna Boyd
He was Dawn
Sunrise was his heart
His love was morning, the beginning
He was Noon
Midday was his radiant face
His embrace was the pinnacle of my day, all days
He was Dusk
Sunset was his serenade
His bittersweet kiss was twilight, the ending
Now he is Night
Midnight was his soft goodbye
The pale moon reaches its zenith, in the nothing of my heart.
