在那条流云漫步的高山上;在那片落英缤纷的小径旁;在那间树枝搭建的草屋里……我款款而行。带着我空空的行囊,敞开我暖暖的心扉,在滇东南的最高点——那座叫薄竹山的山顶上,我鸟儿般地飞翔。那是在五月天的一个凌晨。我们在三点钟的时候就向云里雾里走去。因为天上的街市,是在月光的河湾里开市,又在太阳的笑窝中拉上沉沉的雾帘。我痴痴地坐在天街的街口,等待第一缕霞光向我挥手。远方,东方开始发白,一片红霞驮着圆 In the mountain where the clouds wander, in the fallen trail, in the bough thatched the branches ... I pay for it. With my empty luggage, open my warm heart, the highest point in southeastern Yunnan - that is called the top of the thin bamboo hill, I fly like a bird. It was an early morning on Mayday. We walked in the fog at three o’clock. Because the market in the sky, is opening in the moonlit bay, and in the sun’s smile nest Shen Shen fog curtains. I jerky sitting in the streets of the streets, waiting for the first ray of glow waving to me. Afar, the East began to whitish, a Hongxia laden round