夜色并非只有一种色,是多种混沌在一起。没有月,也没有星,似云非云的天空,远处的亮,不知是城市灯火,还是晨曦。近处,是脚下河流倒映的路灯,颤巍巍,摇荡,却不流走。匆匆行路的车流,或许有谁肯停下来,默对夜色和流水,偶然想起逝者如斯的古老句子。逝者如此,昼夜不止。其实存者更是如此,昼夜奔流,才有河的存在;昼夜交替,才是岁月的永恒。 Night is not only a color, is a variety of chaos together. No month, there is no star, like a cloud of non-cloud sky, distant light, I do not know the city lights, or dawn. Near, is reflected in the foot of the river lights, trembling, shaking, but not flow away. The rush of traffic, maybe anyone willing to stop, silent on the night and water, occasionally remembered the dead sentence of the ancient sentence. So dead, day and night more than. In fact, the depositors even more so, day and night rushing, only the existence of the river; alternating day and night, is the eternal years.