万物在不自觉中各自言语。谁能否认树在通过绿色和浪迹的根诉说?谁能说土地不是在用生灵的骨血向天空昭示自己的富有?宇宙万物,都有一颗心,都有灵魂,都在互相倾诉、交谈,她们都有自己的语言。深藏在万物的隐秘处。她照亮万物,谁都不能拒绝。谁都将被她遗弃。黑夜也必须日复一日地容忍她由死到生地进进出出,经过坟地和乳房。她被梦惊醒,她必须离开时间的房子了,站在外面,看着不远处高高的清真寺。飘逝的钟声传过来。又一片叶子被季节随意地拂落,形同亿万个秋天的命运。 Everything speaks unconsciously. Who can deny that the tree is speaking through the roots of the green and the wither? Who can say that the land is not using the blood and blood of the body to show its wealth to the sky? All things in the universe have a heart and soul, all talking and talking to each other Have their own language. Deep in the privacy of all things. She can not refuse anyone to illuminate all things. Everyone will be abandoned by her. Day and night too, she must tolerate her going in and out of her life, past graves and breasts. She was awakened by a dream, she had to leave the house of time, stood outside, and looked at the tall mosque not far away. Passing bells passed. Another leaf was fluttered by the season, forming the same as the hundreds of millions of autumn fate.