很多草,被我们晒干,当作取暖的柴火。许多木头被我们垒在墙角,防备不测的严寒。草和木在一起,如同左手和右手在一起,无法分割。草用矮小的手掌,为这个世界精心捧出花朵和芬芳。草木单纯,木头厚道,被加工成家具,容纳我们物化的欲望和虚荣。我常常在孤独的时候怀念小时候和父亲一起伐倒的那些大树。我清晰地记得,当一棵大树被锋利的锯子放倒时,树根里渗出的那些湿润泪水,它的心里藏着多少委 A lot of grass, we are dry, as a warm firewood. Much of the wood was hurled by us in the corner against any unexpected cold. Grass and wood together, like the left hand and right hand together, can not be divided. Grass with a little palm, for the world carefully out flowers and fragrance. Pure grass, wood kind, was processed into furniture, to accommodate our materialized desire and vanity. When I was lonely, I often miss the trees that I had been dying with my father in my childhood. I clearly remember that when a large tree was sharp saw down, the roots of those wet tears oozing, how many hiding in its heart