脚踏大地,眼不见原野之广阔;邂逅星空,心不在浩瀚九天——匆匆来去于红尘中的我们,常常为虚名浮利蒙蔽了双眼,蒙蔽了心灵,对天空的怀想几乎成了一种奢望,一种生命终结时的无尽遗憾。天空对于怀想者来说并不吝啬,或晓风残月,或连江寒雨,或依山白日,只要你存一点“怀想”的心志,或远眺或仰望,天空总会以一种最美的姿态展现在你的眼前。 Stepping on the earth, we can’t see the vastness of the wilderness. When the stars and the sky are not in the vast sky for nine days, we hurry to and fro in the red dust. We often blind our eyes for blindfolded gains, deceive our hearts, and our thoughts about the sky almost become a kind of Extravagant hope, an endless regret at the end of life. The sky is not embarrassing for those who are imagining, or the wind and moon, or even the cold, or the mountains, so long as you keep a little “mind you,” or look or look up, the sky will always be the most beautiful. The gesture is presented to your eyes.