一不是被黑夜压得低下了头,而是只有那样的姿势,才能扛起黑暗的沉重,撑开胸前一小片天地,喂养一群翻飞的生灵。路灯知道自己随时会熄灭。路灯不知道,其实有一只手,掌控着路灯的明灭。那只手有权让路灯绽放光明,也有权随时收回,任黑暗的潮水瞬间合闭。路灯只能觉得世事无常,它也许会担心自己一旦熄灭,那些环肩绕膝的顽皮孩子又得去黑暗里流浪。 One is not depressed by the night bowed his head, but only the kind of posture, can carry the dark heavy, propped up a small piece of chest world, feeding a group of whipped creatures. Street lights know they will go out at any time. Street lights do not know, in fact, a hand, in charge of street lights out. That hand has the power to make the street light bloom, also have the right to withdraw at any time, any dark tidal moment closure. Lights can only feel uncomfortable, it may be worried that once they go out, those around the shoulders of the naughty children have to go to the dark wandering.