有时会想,我能否如一块礁石,扎根岛屿之上,迎一股股浪潮劈头盖脸地袭来,又送一波波汐水哗啦啦地退去;若有幸能顶个灯塔,借光成为航标,所有的孤独也会幻化成如磐的骄傲。有时又想,还不如像一滴水,融在潮汐中,有我而又不是我,安安然然地生活着。地里活着草根,得适宜气候就会萌出草尖,我那些不断冒出的想法是不是也如这些草尖,总有一条根盘活在我的记忆里。闭上眼,居然感 Sometimes I wonder if I could be like a reef, take root over the island, welcome a wave of stocks, and send a wave of calamitous water to pull back; if I am lucky to be the lighthouse, to become a beacon of light, all The loneliness can also turn into a proud pride. Sometimes think, not like a drop of water, into the tides, with me and not me, live in peace. Grass roots live in the field, suitable climate will be eruptive, my idea of ​​constantly emerging is not like these tips, there is always a root living in my memory. Close your eyes, actually feeling