1从一滴水开始,时间卷刃——缩在凝望中的时间,又一次,攥紧我们所剩无几的追忆。从一滴水开始,祖先代替怀想,代替霜与脚印,以及山脊上不断瘦削的天色。一滴水,开始回到水的蔚蓝中,它将为谁,折叠起过多的恨与挚爱?一滴水,拥有比季节更为繁复的辽阔。一滴水醒在我们疼痛过的晨昏里,这不是唯一试图呐喊的水滴,它站得比星辰更远,更孤独,它有属于悠远的所有光芒。当我们回转身来,一滴水,从星空上滑落:水光叮当,遮没大片焦灼之土,拓出,感动自己的最初道路…… 1 From the beginning of a drop of water, time rolls - time to gaze, again, clenched our remaining memories. From the beginning of a drop of water, ancestors instead of nostalgia, instead of creams and footprints, and the increasingly thin skies on the ridge. A drop of water begins to return to the blue of the water, for whom it will fold too much hate and love? A drop of water, with more complex than the season of the vast. A drop of water wakes up in our painful twilight, this is not the only water drop trying to cry, it stands further than the stars, more lonely, it has all the light of distant. When we turn around, a drop of water, slipped from the sky: water dinking, cover large areas of anxiety, expand, touched his first road ... ...