多年前,我跟杉子在藏地游荡时遇到一面湖。那是五月,云贵高原上还是早春,有积雪在远处的山头,红柳在河谷静悄悄地泛出冻红。我们在四五里外先闻到湖的气味,那跟平地的湖泊不一个味儿。它像一个罩子,自成体系,四周洁净的气流向一个深处滑入。我们走着,能觉察带入感,有种牵引着进入的踉跄。 Years ago, I encountered a lake when I was wandering in the Tibetan areas with the cedars. That is May, Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau or early spring, there are snow-capped mountains in the distance, tamarisk quietly flooding the valley red. We smell the smell of the lake in four or five miles, which is different from the lakes in the plains. It is like a hood, self-contained, surrounded by a clean stream of gas sliding into a deep. We walk, can be perceived into the sense of a kind of distraction into the 踉 跄.