我想到唐诗里小住,到宋词里小憩,到元曲里逗留。我让眼神爬上每个词语的肩胛,我让表情跟着每个词语游走。我端坐在时光深处,背后是阳光的明亮,微风的起伏,月光的皎洁,山河的深沉。在河水里我打捞月光,在花瓣上我摘下两枚露珠,在青藤上我触摸岁月的纹理。此时,我是一株兰草,通透、澄明,我点燃了一院子碧绿的火 I think of living in the Tang poetry, rest in the Song Ci, stay in the Yuanqu. I let my eyes climb the shoulders of each word, I let the expression walk with each word. I sit in the depths of time, behind the bright sunshine, the breeze ups and downs, the bright moonlight, mountains and rivers deep. I salvaged the moonlight in the river, I took two dewdrops on the petals, and on the ivy I touched the texture of years. At this point, I was a blue grass, transparent, clear, I lit a green fire