一我坚信:在这片喧嚣的后面,你是什么都看到了,什么都听到了。在川西平原偏西的一隅,在被纵横的大道割裂出的一小块林地中,你已打坐两千年。天生口吃,却将巴山蜀水的灵气和远古的风云纳于胸中,用岷江之水酵成一怀锦心。丛林里的杜鹃鸟在季节的轮回里啼血。西岭的积雪化了又白白了又化。难于上青天的蜀道,虎豹虫蛇的咆哮总是一次次传来远方的回响。一次次试着从笔端奏响来自心底的歌吟,却总是被四围高山的阴影阻挡,被来自西边 I firmly believe that: In this noisy behind, you have seen everything, heard everything. At a corner west of the western Sichuan Plain, you’ve been meditating for two thousand years on a small piece of wood that has been cut off by the vertical and horizontal streets. Born stuttering, but the Bashan Shu water Reiki and ancient situation in the chest, with the Minjiang River water into a heart of Kam. The cuckoo bird in the jungle sings blood in the cycle of the season. Xiling snow and white again. Difficult for the sky of the shu, tiger panther snake roar is always time and time again heard from afar. Time and again try to play from the end of the song from the heart of the song, but always blocked by the shadow of the mountains around, was from the west