我不断告诉自己:我还能听见风。看不见光的瞎子,或者游荡在林间的迷途者。山月浸骨地渗着寒凉,哪怕是寒凉,可我仅仅是不知道,我们互相看不见。有时我觉得,天真和漫无目的大概是我这一辈子最好的品德。可听他们说,山月听得懂他们的话。于是我又告诉自己:风也是聆听的,我还感觉得到风。 I keep telling myself: I can hear the wind. Blind people who can not see the light, or wandering around in the woods. Immerse the mountain bones soak cold, even if it is cold, but I just do not know, we can not see each other. Sometimes I think naive and aimless are probably the best qualities of my life. Listen to them and say that the mountain and the moon can understand their words. So I tell myself: the wind is listening, I also feel the wind.