好的光阴,是绣出来的。偶然看到一幅蜀绣,心头莫然生出这么一句话。那蜀绣绣的是游春之图,针线绵密,丝丝入扣。蓦然觉得,我亦身在其中,是踏春的游客,那针针线线,全是我的光阴,全是我的山河岁月。光阴,需当绣。月下听风,临风踏浪,听雪烹茶……如此清清浅浅的生活,是把光阴磨细,再把自己慢慢绣进这一场浩浩的岁月之中。我想,我会把自己绣成漫漫岁月中一棵野生的树,不群与林,落落而生,独立着自己的风骨。 Good time is embroidered. Occasionally saw a Shu embroidery, my heart gave birth to such a word. Shu embroidery that spring is the map of spring, needlework dense, slightest into the buckle. I suddenly feel that I am also among them, is a spring ride tourists, that needle thread, all my time, all my years. Time, need to be embroidered. The next month to listen to the wind, wind and waves, listening to the snow cooking tea ... so clear and shallow life, is the time grind, and then slowly embroidered into this vast years among them. I think, I will embroider myself as a wild tree in a long time, not with the forest, live, independent of their own style.