捞起透明的空气,寻不出伤口。空(?)的遮拦,吐一串气给你圆圆的遐想。你以天兵的形式,落下来、铺成银亮花纹的纸,在大地上随意作画,随意向着深处渗潜。喔,黑暗不极目的汪洋,沉默之下给植物们绿色喷涌的丝泉,却不见张扬。大地,安抚这明亮的世界,盛载不下的时候,便做以储存,时机成熟了便进军海洋。湖是家吗?河是远去的路吗?江是变脸的托辞吗?还是滢滢的小溪,或许是一行抒情的泪。幽幽畅畅哗啦啦,而更多的时 Pick up the transparent air, can not find the wound. Empty (?) Obstruct, spit a bunch of gas to your round reverie. You in the form of heaven, fall, paved silver glossy pattern of paper, free paint on the earth, free to infiltrate into the depths. Oh, the dark, unobtrusive ocean, silently splashes the green springs of plants, but does not see it. The earth, appease this bright world, when it is full, it will be stored, the time is right to march into the sea. Is the lake the home? Is the river the way to go? Is Jiang the excuse for changing her face? Or is it Ying Ying’s stream, perhaps a line of lyrical tears. Faint smooth crashed, and more time