这里,头顶激动之红与悲伤之白。这里,拥有纯洁和头痛沉迷。这里,贴近万神的嘴角,贴近万神的沉默。这里,盛产石头,盛产丑陋与坚硬!这里的音律被鹰叼啄吞咽,凝固为臂膀,在山头盘旋回响。我遇见过云和山贴的很近,但又很快漂离。我遇见过牧人的孤独和狗的沉默。这蛮荒的中心情感与表达无关,生下来就狠狠的死去。我追逐着行吟的歌者和行吟的戈壁,并在沙 Here, the excited red and sad head white. Here, with pure and headache addicted. Here, close to the mouth of the gods, close to the silence of the gods. Here, rich in stone, abounds in ugliness and hard! The sound of the law was Diao peck swallowed, solidified as an arm, hovering on the hill. I met the cloud and the mountain paste close, but quickly drifted away. I met the herdsman’s loneliness and dog’s silence. This wild center of emotion has nothing to do with expression, born to severely die. I chased the singers and the Gobi of the chanting, and I was in the sand