夜半子时当河水邂逅玄月,子夜便从废弃的埠头直起身子,在两钩细月的摩挲下,褪掉一部分黑,迈开暗蓝的步子,回手捞来古老的背影,徐徐展开———高低错落的马头墙,层层叠叠的灰瓦,酣然或无眠的木格窗,斑驳紧闭的老门,闲置的旧石磨……曾经真实存在又无奈遁失的,正在原路返回,然后一起浸泡在不动声色的寂静里。人世在不知疲倦的折腾后暂时止息。 Midnight when the river meets the mysterious month, midnight from the abandoned quiver straight body, two hooks of the moon in the Moxibustion, faded part of the black, step dark blue pace, back to the ancient fishing back, slowly start - - The level of scattered horse head wall, layers of gray tiles, sound or sleepless wooden lattice window, mottled closed old door, idle stone mill ... once the real existence and helpless to lose, is the original way Back, then soak in the quiet silence. Endlessly after the tiring of the world to temporarily stop.