1桥下的河水在我的凝视下打个旋,匆匆地,又远走他乡;昨天的小鸟还在天空依恋地盘旋,它还在唱歌。我知道,离我灵魂最近的是水,离我灵魂最远的,也一定是水,它们都会去它们该去的地方。我的直觉还告诉我,至少我得把部分思维浸泡在水里面,让它变成儿时眼睛里的某些东西,简单,明了,同时也不需要任何理由。比如说:露珠很纯净,石头很沉重。 Under the bridge, the river swirled under my gaze, hurriedly away from hometown. Yesterday’s bird was still hovering in the sky and it was still singing. I know that the nearest to my soul is water, the farthest from my soul, and it must be water, and they all go where they are supposed to go. My intuition also told me that at least I had to immerse some thoughts in the water and make it something in my eyes when I was a child. It was simple, clear, and without any justification. For example: dew is very pure, the stone is heavy.