年轻的梦太年轻,美丽的幻想太美。扑腾着翅膀的鸽子,躺在原野上看云飞,日子过得轻轻忽忽的,更能呆呆地凝视老半天,像梦。说是现实也好幻想也好,自己再重看一次,又轰然倒塌,步步惊心,去倾听巨人心灵的飞跃,同样的语气和言辞砸向我,我就是我,对自己面孔就肯定:“你不是已经死了么?” Young dream too young, beautiful illusion too beautiful. Fluttering wings of the pigeons, lying Yun Yunfei lying on the wilderness, live frivolously, more staring stare half a day, like a dream. Say it is reality Ye Hao fantasy Ye Hao, once again look at it again, and crashing, step by step startling, to listen to the giant leap of mind, the same tone and rhetoric pounded at me, I am me, I affirmed their own face: “Are not you already dead? ”