一我坚信,所有的黄昏是同一个主题。此刻,我所处的川北,不代表所有的天下。太阳镀红的云彩,可以让离散的鸟回归。不是凤凰,也不是涅槃,一层层山梁挂满了飘荡的旌旗。快过年了,一声声早响的鞭炮,炸开的涵义,是欢乐,也是预言。一辆辆盘山道上的汽车,载满喜庆,让游子和母亲,泪眼婆娑,看到了星星。一声不响的,是山梁,也是山梁上沉默不语行走的人。斜阳拉长的河流,与心的距离,一步步朝向高处,与暮鸟的点赞,彼此应和。这本是个平静的世界,因了这辉煌,显得更为平静。平素善意的寺庙在山脊的深处,多了几处香烟,被黄昏搂住,把适合于夜的光辉准备的充分。 I firmly believe that all the twilight is the same theme. At the moment, I am in North Sichuan, does not represent all the world. The sun’s reddish clouds allow discrete birds to return. Not a phoenix, nor a nirvana, layers of mountains covered with floating flags. As the New Year approached, the sound of an early bell of firecrackers exploded in joy and prophecy. A car on the winding road car, filled with festivals, so wandering with mothers, tearful, saw the stars. Silent, is the beam, but also silent on the mountain walking people. A long stretch of the river, the distance from the heart, step by step toward the heights, and the bird’s praise, should each other. This is a calm world, because of this brilliant, even more calm. In the deepest part of the ridge, there are several more cigarettes in the plain, kindly temples, and we are surrounded by dusk, and the radiance suitable for the night is fully prepared.