我想我一直是在一片山林里走着。太阳在山林之上。我看见的太阳不是真正的太阳,那是太阳的光芒。太阳的光芒从树冠洒落下来,在山林里形成许多的斑驳陆离。山林里并没有路,我走在斑驳和陆离里,像青草和飘落的树叶子一样渺小,远处有溪涧里的水雾在阳光里幻化成彩色的雾珠,它们在光芒里追逐着,光芒在它们的追逐里一个一个地化了,碎了。无声地化,无声地碎,然后,无声地再长…… I think I have been walking in a mountain. The sun is above the mountains. The sun I see is not the true sun, it is the light of the sun. The sun’s rays spilled from the crown, forming many mottled patches in the woods. There was no way in the woods, and I walked in the mottled and landlike, as tiny as grass and fallen leaves, and in the distance streams of mist from the brooks turned into colored mist in the sunshine, chasing them in the rays of light One by one in their chase, broken. Silently, silently broken, and then silently longer ...