我一直喜欢往事,比如往事中的从前,离绿水青山都很近,更主要的是骑一匹瘦马,把自己简单地放在马脊上,风刮着青草的气息,驮着我和比时间更清醒的天空,在人世间,我走我的长旅。时间对人的侵入,说到底是情感的侵入。我出生在马年,一头神秘走兽。在人间,当夜晚隐身于朝露,我的出生以一双赤足走来,没有异相。童年时站在半山腰上,看风从谷底扬起,风涌浪一般拂过坡谷,涌浪一般冲上山梁。那哪里是 I have always enjoyed the past, such as past events in the past, from the green mountains are very close, but more important is to ride a thin horse, put yourself simply on the horse’s spine, the wind blowing the atmosphere of grass, laden with me and More clear than the sky of time, in the world, I go my long trip. Time invasion of people, in the final analysis is the invasion of emotion. I was born in the Year of the Horse, a mysterious beast. In the world, when night is hidden in dew, my birth came with a pair of barefoot, no alien. Childhood standing halfway up the mountain, watching the wind rise from the bottom, the wind waves generally brushed the valley, surging waves rushed to the mountain beam. Where is that?