一个人的歌唱我是一个寂寞的民间歌者。可是我仍然在用先天不足的歌喉去努力歌唱。像一只夏天的蝉。我的声音低沉、嘶哑、无力,不可能引起人们的驻足或倾听,也不会掀起狂风巨浪般的轰动效应。可是使命和宿命一齐敦促着我,为哪些行走在低处的动物,植物和世俗,放声歌唱。一个人的声音是微弱的,那些分行的汉字更是渺小而卑微,它们改变不了什么,也无 A person’s singing I am a lonely folk singer. But I still try my best to sing with my own lack of voice. Like a summer cicada. My voice is low, hoarse, weak, impossible to cause people to stop or listen, will not set off a huge winds and waves of the sensational effect. However, the mission and destiny urged me to sing aloud to animals, plants and secular walking in the low. A person’s voice is weak, those branches of Chinese characters is even more insignificant, they can not change anything, nor