阳光静静地洒落一地,像铺了一层金色的鳞片。伸出手,摊开十指,叶子间的阳光轻盈地落在掌心。我听见体内有金属的声音在风中行走。那是树叶思想的梵音。我望树叶,树叶亦望我。我与她互望了二十多个春秋。树的心思都蕴藏在叶中,叶是树的眼睛。 The sun shone quietly, like a golden scale. Extend your hand, spread your fingers, and the light between the leaves falls lightly on your palm. I heard metal sounds in the body walking in the wind. That is the Sanskrit sound of the leaves. I looked at the leaves, and the leaves looked at me. I looked at her for more than twenty years. The mind of the tree is hidden in the leaves, and the leaves are the eyes of the tree.