在乐山过夜,耳畔有江水流淌的响动。天上,一弯残月,满天星斗,把银色微光撒落在江上,水中星星点点的波光,梦幻般闪烁。江对岸,有闻名天下的大佛,夜色中,看不清大佛面容,只有远山神秘的轮廓,在深蓝色天幕下变幻逶迤。我知道,大佛的目光亘古如一,沉静,安详,正在月光下俯瞰大江,俯瞰从他眼前流过的岁月……想起四十年前的一个秋夜,也是这样的 Leshan overnight, ears flowing river ring. The sky, a curved moon, starry, the silver gleaming on the river, a little bit of water in the waves, fantastic flicker. The other side of the river, the world-famous Buddha, night, can not see the face of the Buddha, only the mysterious outline of distant mountains, changes in the dark blue sky 逶 逶. I know that the Buddha’s eyes are as old as time, quiet and serene, overlooking the river in the moonlight, overlooking the years flowing from his eyes ... And remember the same autumn night of forty years ago