还是在黄河之畔插队的时候，耙田之余，眯起满溅泥浆的眼睛，眺望一下天空的熙熙白云，远处的幽幽青山，近旁的静静浊流，心头往往升起一缕时间中止股的迷惆，又觉到履迹荒原似的虚空感在蓬蓬蕴出。这其间常常做一个超越现实的梦：什么时候能够悄然坐进一方书斋，为世人留下些 Or in the Yellow River cut the queue when harrowing fields, squint full of muddy eyes splashing, overlooking the sky of the Hee Baiyun, the distance of the faint green hills, quiet near the turbidity, my heart is often raised a ray of time Suspension of the confusion of shares, but also felt the empty traces of the past wilderness sense in the fluffy Yun out. During this period often make a surreal dream: when can quietly sit in a book fasting, leaving more for the world