一一只雁,如此漫长地缺席。我不知失去飞翔的羽翼在宿命的阴霾里还能坚持多久?时光是一位临风而泣的老猎手,他要将尘世的词语从沧桑的岁月遣返,而我们的思想首先要遭到质疑。这是怎样的一种悲怆呀:飞翔和沉思一直就在智慧或生命体内喧嚣,从没有忘记带给我们光明的启示。然而,一瓣雪花的轻,就能承载我的弱小;一线细水的浅,就能淹没我的生命。我无法拒绝,亦无从修正。 One geese, absent so long. I do not know how long a lost wing can last in the haze of fate. Time is an old hunter who wears the wind and tears. He wants to return the earthly words from years of vicissitudes, and our thoughts must first be questioned. What a tragedy this is: flying and meditation has been in the hustle and bustle of wisdom or life, never forgetting to bring us a bright revelation. However, a snowflake light, can carry my weakness; a shallow, shallow water, will be able to inundate my life. I can not refuse, nor amend.