读散文诗还会让我想到树木,想到山脉,想到月亮。树木那么美,因为一种无意识的极乐围绕着它们;山脉那么静,因为它们在不停地沉睡;月亮那么美,因为它像天空的脖子上永远挂着的美玉。想到山脉,会让我突然感觉到寂静;想到树木,会让我突然感觉到生命的流入;想到月亮,会让我突然感觉到永恒的美。 Reading prose poems will make me think of trees, think of mountains, think of the moon. The trees are so beautiful because an unconscious bliss surrounds them; the mountains are so quiet because they are sleeping; the moon is so beautiful, because it resembles a jade that hangs forever on the neck of the sky. When I think of the mountains, I suddenly feel the silence. When I think of the trees, I suddenly feel the influx of life. When I think of the moon, I suddenly feel the beauty of eternity.