寒露已过,山气渐凉。茶寮夜坐,在檐下挂只风铃,听夜气如水流过。园子里鸣虫声渐稀,到最近似乎只有螽斯和蟋蟀还在。我的茶室建在一个很小的山岙里,是个瓦顶的小平房,开窗就是爬满藤蔓的山壁。夜饮时,喝过几杯,关了灯坐在茶室里,略有几分晦暗幽远的情致。 Cold dew has passed, the mountain is getting cooler. Chaliao night sitting, hanging under the eaves in the wind chimes, listening to the night water flowing through. Narrow beeping garden gradually, until recently it seems only 螽 Si and cricket still. My tea room was built in a very small mountain ridge, is a tile roof cottage, open the window is covered with vines of the mountain. Night drink, drink a few glasses, turn off the lights sitting in the tea room, a little bit subtle and distant fantasy.