有时候.我甚至相信:只有破碎的东西才是美丽的。我喜欢断树残根,枯枝萎叶,也喜欢古寺锈钟,破门颓墙.喜欢庭院深深一蓬秋草.石阶倾斜玉栏折裂.喜欢云冷星陨月缺根竭茎衰柳败花残.喜欢一个沉默的老人穿着褪色的衣裳走街串巷捡拾破烂.喜欢一个小女孩瘦弱的双肩背着花布块拼成的旧书包去上学。我甚至喜欢一个缺了口 Sometimes I even believe that only broken things are beautiful. I like broken tree roots, dry branches and leaves, also like the ancient temple rust bell, break the wall. like the courtyard a pond autumn grass. stone terrace incline Yu column fracture. like the cold star of the cloud Lost flowers and flowers. Like a silent old man dressed in faded clothes walking around the streets to pick up the tattered. Like a little girl’s thin shoulders with schoolbags made of flowers and old schoolbags to go to school. I even like a missing mouth