歌声,飘过山峦和大地,飘过海洋和天空。也飘过我孤独而又充满渴望的内心。此刻,那片春天的小树林和这片冬季的大海滩,在我心里一样的恣肆,辽阔无边。雨,是淅淅沥沥的心雨,消失在沧桑的季节深处。那些氤氲人生的烟岚和晨雾,早已幻化成馥郁的茶香。寒冷,是温暖的母亲。就像春天,总是从每一个冬天起航。阳光越过寒流,越过感伤、血泪、悲怆和愤懑,把温暖留驻心底。像春风执拗地吹过冬天冰雪覆盖的大地。这是心灵的盛宴。 Singing, drifting across the mountains and the earth, drifting over the sea and the sky. Also drifting my lonely and full of longing heart. At the moment, the spring woods and this winter’s big beach, in my heart the same unbridled, vast boundless. Rain, is the lingering heart and rain, disappear in the depths of the vicissitudes of life. Smokey lanterns and morning mist, which have been infatuated with life, have already turned into fragrant tea. Cold, is a warm mother. Like spring, always sail from every winter. Sunshine across the cold, across the sentimental, blood and tears, grief and resentment, to stay warm in the heart. Like the spring wind stubbornly blowing the winter snow-covered earth. This is a feast of hearts.