小区里有一环半千米的圈。圈不知道世界天空的辽阔,不管欢乐,不管烦恼。沿圈有静静守候的路灯,翠绿陪伴。每当太阳落下山,路灯开始亮上来。小区里的圈圈,有了高过天空的抒情。或快或慢,或重或轻,或大或小,圈圈恩赐给生命的,都是山脉的雄奇、江河的浩瀚。我在小区里转圈圈,思绪飞扬,想着小区外的圈圈。它们的不同,不仅仅是法则。小区外的圈圈,还有圈圈,物欲滔滔。我常常在圈内,也常常在圈外。走着转着,圈圈的轮廓越来越模糊。现实的车轮,每时每刻都轰隆隆地撵在我的身后。 The district has a ring of half a kilometer. The circle does not know the vastness of the sky in the world, no matter how happy, no worries. There are quietly waiting along the street lights, green accompany. Whenever the sun goes down the street lights come on. Circle in the district, with a lyrical sky above. Or faster or slower, or heavy or light, large or small, the gift of the circle to life, are the magnificent mountains, the vast rivers. I circled in the district, thoughts flying, thinking of the circle outside the district. Their differences, not just the law. Outside the district circle, there are circles, material surging. I often in the circle, often outside the circle. Walking around, the outline of the circle more and more blurred. The wheel of reality, rumbling all the time every moment behind me.