1今夜那些林立在山峦、沟底和村寨周围的石头,以及石旮旯里洁白的李花,热情的笑脸,旋转的百褶裙,在眼前舞动,咚咚的铜鼓声和带着野性的古老歌谣一遍遍在耳际回响。所有这些,如蚂蚁爬上心壁,让人痒痒,然后又走开,没有一个句子找到制高的支点。就这样在灯下坐着。从坪上带来的毛峰绿茶还冒着腾腾的热气和清香,用什么样的形式来表达这次旅途?文字和语言较之摄影的画面显得那样无助,单纯的写景是那样的苍白,我没法将眼前浮现的 1 tonight, those standing in the mountains, the bottom of the ditch and the stone around the village, as well as the white peony flowers, passionate smile, rotating pleated skirt, dancing in front of us, pounding drums and wild old songs Over and over again in the ear echo. All of these, such as ants climbed the heart, itchy, and then walked away, there is no sentence to find the high point of the fulcrum. So sitting under the lamp. Maofeng brought from the top of the green tea is still braving the steaming heat and fragrance, in what form to express the journey? Text and language than the picture of the picture seems so helpless, pure writing scene is so pale, I can not emerge in front of me