嵌入,浮现。生辉,延绵。红色的字长在发黄的石头上,长方形的疆域围不住笔划的长度。这块站立的石头,安静慈祥,是南天禅寺的一张脸,尽是岁月的沧桑。竖排的文字,从上到下,从右到左,穿越300多年的风雨进入今日的天光。我有些吃力地阅读着,但很认真。一个字又一个字,像在攀援一座高山。高山有自己的海拔,而它的深度,没有底。任我粗陋地猜想。一个将军,英姿飒爽,挥毫泼墨,力透 Embedding, emerging. Brilliant, stretches. Red word length in the yellow stone, the rectangular border does not enclose the length of the stroke. This piece of standing stone, quiet and kind, is a face of Nantian Temple, full of years of vicissitudes. Vertical text, from top to bottom, right to left, through more than 300 years of wind and rain into today’s daylight. I read some strenuous, but serious. One word after another, like climbing a mountain. Alpine has its own elevation, and its depth, no end. Any hysterical guess. A general, brave, brush ink ink, through