我的人生,从池塘开始。水面上漂动的小石子,载着我的童年,将我弹出山村.弹出乡镇。最后坠落到城市。溅起一缕晶莹透亮的水花。这串优美的弧线。总能牵引着我生命的轨迹,远离尘世之伤、生存之痛、欲念之烦。这声脆脆的坠响,是叮咛,是当头棒喝,是惊雷。让我不会迷失家的方向。这缕晶莹的水花,总能擦亮我的双眼。洗净我的灵魂。澄澈我的世界。 My life, from the pond. Floating pebbles on the water, carrying my childhood, will pop me out of the mountain village. Finally crashed into the city. Splashes of a ray of crystal clear water. This string of beautiful arcs. Always pull the trajectory of my life, away from earthly wounds, the pain of survival, I miss the annoying. This crunchy crashed, is exhorting, is over his head, thunder. Let me not lose my family’s direction. This strand of sparkling water, always polished my eyes. Wash my soul. Clear my world.