我要到庐山去,以梦为马,今夜就出发。骑着追风的马匹,刹那就是千里,千年的云雾,千年的舟车,千年的明月,千年的诗。庐山!我从黄昏和黎明的铜镜中打量你:你的起伏和挺拔的峰峦,以及像终年的云雾一样萦绕不去的关于你的诗文。我要到庐山去,一刻也不迟疑。我离开她太久了。一排排时间与树木,一排排大路和谣曲,在我面前倒下。我越过历史和书籍,楼台或车仗,去赴历代诗人的约会。 I want to go to Lushan, dreams of horses, starting tonight. Riding herd of horses, the moment is a thousand miles, the millennium cloud, thousands of years, the moon, thousands of years of the moon, the Millennium poetry. Lushan! I looked at you from the bronze mirrors at dusk and dawn: your ups and downs, the ridges and valleys, and the poetry about you, like the clouds of the year. I want to go to Lushan, a moment not to hesitate. I left her for too long. Rows of time with trees, rows of roads and ballads fall in front of me. I crossed the history and books, the balcony or car battle, go to dating poets.