在慵散的日子里,我们的很多情绪是杂乱的无序的。长河落日,碧海云天,黄鹂翠柳,寒江孤舟……多少画面被肢解,多少诗意被霾伏。于是,我们总试图沿着心灵的方向,找一处属于自己的山水,借此避开嘈杂与聒噪,尽管难免孤寂与寥落,但毕竟能够守得一些宁静与纯粹,自在地用蝴蝶振翅的方式抒情。 In the coffin days, many of our emotions are disorderly and disorderly. Long river sunset, blue sky, oriole Cui Liu, cold river boat ... ... how many pictures were mutilated, how much poetic haze. Therefore, we always try to find a place of our own landscape along the direction of the soul, so as to avoid the noises and noises. Although we are inevitably lonely and sparse, we can, after all, be able to keep quiet and pure wings fluttering with butterflies Way of lyrical.