河面飘着一叶渡船,白头发白胡子的老爷爷站在船头举目张望,我将要撑着渡船去流浪。风,你可愿意?多少年来,梦幻夜夜都来。风是一只有形的大雕,我骑在它的背上,一直往西飞。风在耳边呼啸,雪在身后冻结,你在身后望着我模糊的影子低头叹息。而我 A leafy ferry across the river, the white-bearded grandfather standing in the bow, looking forward, I will have to hold the ferry to wander. Wind, you are willing to? For many years, dreams come all night long. The wind is a visible eagle, I ride on its back, has been flying west. Wind whistling in the ear, the snow froze behind you, looking at me behind the shadow of my fuzzy bow sigh. but me