总是喜欢一个人,坐在临水的地方发呆,从背影望去,很有一种傻气。妈妈说我命里缺水,于是乎我便怀疑是否我与水的每一次近距离接触都像一番对话般完成了生命里一些东西的荡涤、沉淀与呼唤。水是有灵性的。我说的每一字、每一句,它都懂。水边,刻录下了我太多的喜怒哀愁。莫名其妙的焦躁,感觉时间似掌心的沙越是想抓紧它溜得越快,毫无声息地从参考书的页码里,从讲义的装订线里滑走。我总是这样 Always like a person, sitting in a waterfront daze, looked from the back, a lot of silly. My mom said I was running out of water, so I wonder if every close contact with water would be like a dialogue to complete the cleaning up, precipitation and calling of something in my life. Water is spiritual. Every word I say, every sentence, it understands. Waterside, burning too much moody and sad. Inexplicable anxiety, feel more time-sapphire sand want to grasp it quickly slipped faster, without a word from the reference page number, slip away from the note binding. I always do