北极光那一年夏至,我在漠河北极村,见到了北极光。是真实还是虚幻?北极光是幻光,是企盼,是生命之夜的逝川。一年又一年,人们空待。望鸿鹄而不至。一辈子只允许见那么一回——如同花烛高烧,挑开新嫁娘的头盖。幸运,绝大多数人擦肩而过,犹如错过了青春、爱情、时代。今日白夜,天空虽白却不发光,命里注定那么清晰、刻板。黑龙江畔的树的倒影,被静静的江水勾勒出铁线描的轮廓。白夜,漠河天黑那么一会儿,沿着同样的纬度,时空倒转, That summer solstice of the Northern Lights, I was in the Mohe Arctic Village, saw the northern lights. Is it true or illusory? The northern lights are illusory lights, they are hope, they are the passing of life's night. Year after year, people are waiting. Hope hung 鹄 not to. Only see once in a lifetime - like a candle burning fever, pick a new bride's head cover. Fortunately, the vast majority of people pass by, as if missed the youth, love, the times. White nights today, although the sky is white but not shiny, destined to be so clear, rigid. The reflection of the tree beside Heilongjiang River is sketched out by the quiet river. White nights, the Mohe dark then, along the same latitude, time and space reversed,