回到过去取暖,燃烧过的事情复燃。——题记1.墙上那一大片白有一个时刻我走出了自己,坐在旧年的日历上。看不清在墙上的地图,哪儿是我的家园。突然之间要走回去,到那一个风清月白的夜晚,作为一章散文诗被月光翻阅,让岁月感动。我的发呆来自于生命深处的一个空白,以及那大片空白深处一只只飞翔的鸟雀。它们结集着打动我的灵感,打动我的童心,打动我的怜悯。一些本不想说或者想说也说不出的话语, Back to the past, heating, burning things revived. - Inscription 1. That big white wall for a moment I walked out of myself, sitting on the calendar of the old year. Can not see the map on the wall, where is my home. All of a sudden to go back, to a clear-eyed white night, as a chapter of prose poetry by the moonlight read, so that the years moved. My trance came from a void in the depths of life, and a large, flying bird in the depths of that space. They bring me inspiration, touched my innocence, moved my mercy. Some do not want to say or want to say also can not say words,