梦想堆砌的岛,我的岛,崇明岛。坐夜班船回乡,半个多小时的航程行将结束,我站在船舷旁,在扑面而来的江风波涛中望着,我的岛在暗夜中如一只卧蚕,自西向东静静地置身在三面江涛一面海浪中,那是一种怎样的怡然自得、大彻大悟!既然已经周遭都是波浪了,何不听那涛声的吟唱和妙语呢?假如命运注定要漂泊,那就漂泊,但倘若心是稳固的,也就稳固了,况且还要作茧自缚。那茧的丝丝缕缕曾经衣被江南,还可以牵挂,牵挂不也是一种稳固吗?也有人说崇明岛像一只先祖垦荒时失落的草鞋,我忽而想起了海德格尔在《林中路》中对鞋具的 Dream piled island, my island, Chongming Island. Take the night boat home, more than half an hour’s journey is coming to an end, I stood beside the ship’s side, looking at the blowing wind and waves, my island in the dark as a lying silkworm, quietly from west to east If you are surrounded by waves, why not listen to the singing and punch lines of the waves? If destiny is destined to drift, then it will drift, but if Heart is stable, it is stable, Moreover, but also for the cocoon. That cocoon fishes have been clothing Jiangnan, but also care, care is not a solid? Some people say Chongming Island like an ancestor reclamation loss of straw sandals, I suddenly remembered Heidegger in the “forest Road” In the shoes