马灯“马灯。”当我在纸上写下这个词,其实是蘸着夜色,在大地上写出悄悄移动的一滴桔黄色的光亮。其实是父亲夜半披衣下床,“咔嚓”一声点亮一盏低沉的咳嗽,去马房,添加一把冬夜的马料。其实,是山坡上滚动的石头被一缕呼啸的风系住,湖上波浪全都转回身,惊见一叶被大水吞没又吐出的扁舟。 “The lantern” “The lantern.” When I wrote the word on paper, it was actually dipped in the night and a quiet, moving drop of orange was written on the earth. In fact, the father half night out of bed under the coat, “Kacha ” a light lit a deep cough, to the stables, add a winter night horse material. In fact, the rolling stone on the hillside is a ray of wind whistling live, the waves on the lake all turn around, saw a leaf swallowed by the flood and spit out the boat.