暮春三月,我与几位同行,夜登阿里山。那时,星星尚未醒,睡眼惺忪于天上。远山,灰茫茫,近树,也灰茫茫。似有鸟声稀疏,随细雨飘落,又似花儿的开响。弯弯的阿里山小径,长长,还是短短?窄窄,还是宽宽?几双芒鞋,几身袈裟?轻步行走在花树交杂的小道上。山月半隐,高悬于山顶、树梢。我们的脚步,在丈量着什么?要迈向何方? Twilight March, I and several colleagues, Alishan at night. At that time, the stars were not awake, their eyes were in the sky. Mountains, gray, near the tree, but also gray. It seems sparse birds, with the rain falling, but also like the flowers on the ring. Curved alishan trails, long or short? Narrow, or wide? Several pairs of mans shoes, several 袈 裟? Light walking in the flowers and trees cross the trail. Semi-implicit mountain, hanging in the top of the tree treetops. Our footsteps, measuring what? To move towards?