路过时间,让时间之水在掌心晕开,手捧着昨天的记忆流浪。现在翻出照片,我经常想象,如果还有时间,我还想在有着气味和色彩的街市小旅馆居住几个月:在炎热喧哗的夜色中睡去,在鲜花和水果的芳香中醒来;沿着海岸线静谧穿梭的火车旅途,在湄公河边看着落日静静地冥想……诸多感概,不用言语,渐行渐远之间,满目芳华,就收集为内心的宝藏。走过湄公河,路过时间,很像自由式的逃亡过程,奔向远方,无论最终结果会怎样,走下去,走下去,都会找到一种自豪感和自信 Passing time, so that the water of time dizzy in the palm of your hand holding yesterday’s memory stray. Now, with the pictures turned out, I often imagine that if there is still time, I would still like to live in a small, downtown inn with a smell and color for a few months: sleep in a hot night, wake up in the fragrance of flowers and fruits, Tranquil along the coast of the shuttle train journey, watching the setting sun quietly meditation on the Mekong side ... ... a lot of sense, without words, drifting away, all over Fanghua, to collect as the heart of the treasure. Across the Mekong, passing time, like a free-style escape process, ran to the distance, no matter what the final outcome will go, go, will find a sense of pride and confidence