在张家山在张家山,雅雨翻开的尘土,像书本潮湿的表述,带着明白和混沌。我在书缝的字外眉批。一两滴变旧的墨水,根本无法摊开纸上的心情。不想更多的路,这些字间的小径,微微有些发热,把说变就变的天空惹得一片开阔。我晴好无限,携着字的脚跟,在干净的街面如影相随,用说来就来的云,冲得又远又近。再过几天,树叶就要发芽,而我其实想借这个机会,张开更多的东西。比如漫画中变异的水,总是有些干枯, In Zhang Jiashan in Zhang Jiashan, Ya Yu opened the dust, like the dawn of the book, with a clear and chaotic. I sew the word outside the eyebrows approved batch. One or two drops of old ink, can not spread the mood on paper. Do not want more roads, the path between these words, a little fever, the sky that change becomes aroused a wide open. I’m fine sunny, carrying the heel of the word, go hand in hand on the clean street, with the clouds coming from that, rushed too far and near. In a few days, the leaves are going to sprout, and I actually want to take this opportunity to open more things. Such as comic variation of water, always some dry,