简洁得时间都是多余的。删掉修辞,剩下秋色。删掉速度,剩下俯瞰。慢,是与心灵赛跑。寂寞,阔大得有浪费的嫌疑。天空终于捡起失而复得的影子。漫步树林,孤独至少能找到三把启开答案的钥匙。心情,会更换舞步。树枝成了经过秋天改装的一件乐器,那是蚂蚁的错觉。 Concise time is superfluous. Delete the rhetoric, leaving the autumn color. Delete speed, left overlooking. Slow, is racing with the soul. Loneliness, the vast waste of suspects. The sky finally picked up the lost shadow. Walking through the woods, lonely can find at least three keys to open the answer. Mood, will change the dance. The branches became a musical instrument after the fall refit, that’s the ant’s illusion.