昏暗的书房里透着几缕斑驳的阳光。悠游在层层书架中,指尖掠过一排排或光滑或粗糙的书脊,享受着这样奇异的触感。手顿住,抽出,是《目送》。封面是大片深深浅浅的绿,是大自然的颜色。翻开,了悟。时间太瘦,指缝太宽。斗转星移间岁月已留下深刻的痕迹。万千世界早已在不知不觉间物是人非,只有足下的这片土地始终 Dark study reveals a wisp of mottled sunshine. Traveling in layers shelves, fingertips across the rows or smooth or rough spine, enjoy such a strange touch. Hand paused, pulled out, is “watched.” Cover is a large deep shallow green, is the color of nature. Open, awareness. Time is too thin, fingers are too wide. The twinkling of an eye has made a deep impression on the years. Thousands of worlds have long been unwittingly human beings, only the foot of this land has always been