踏光阴而行,笼一笠风、一袖月,走进沙漠,找寻前世的乡愁,在干枯的河床里,忘记繁华。她身材高挑,披着长发,带着一种沧桑、一种意兴阑珊的美丽。我想说,我从未读懂她。我不懂她为何才华横溢却很少向他人敞开心扉。理所当然,我更不了解那片让她踏上去寻找乡愁的神秘多姿的土地,但我想,我对她是敬佩的!认识她是因为那本《撒哈拉的故事》,里面的她 Tread time, cage a wind, a sleeve of the month, into the desert, looking for past nostalgia, in the dry riverbed, forget the downtown. She was tall, dressed in long hair, with a vicissitudes of life, a beauty of diminishing intentions. I want to say, I have never read her. I do not understand why she is very talented but rarely open to others. Of course, I do not know much about the mysterious and colorful land that made her stand up for nostalgia, but I think I admire her because of her Sahara story,