岁末并州城,窗外飘雾霾,书中找蓝天。梭罗先生,斗胆称您为良师益友,想象着,我也搬进了那片丛林,在四季明晰的瓦尔登湖畔和您邂逅,穿过风暴和黑暗,踩着最深的积雪敲响你的门。你说了,什么都不能阻止一个诗人的出发。想象着,我就是那个诗人,我和您一道使这湖畔边小小的木屋响起了大笑声,我们一边喝着稀粥,一边澄清头脑,你说了,“招待人不招待他的兽性。有闲暇与平静心情的人有请,要寻找一条正路的人进来。” The end of the year and the state city, the window floating haze, the book looking for blue sky. Thoreau, boldly calling you a mentor, imagined that I too moved into the jungle to meet with you on the clear banks of the Walden Lake, through storm and darkness, and stepping on the deepest snow to ring your door . You say, nothing can stop a poet’s departure. I imagined that I was the poet, and I, together with you, made a loud laughter over the small wooden cottage on the lakeside. We drank gruel while we clarified our mind. You said, “The entertainer does not entertain his beast. People with leisure and peace of mind, please look for someone who is right in. ”