我看见你了,三毛,在沙漠的另一边,隔着这片无垠的灿黄,我望见你缀满尘土的脸,仿佛夕阳在起伏的海面上闪现。你憔悴的容颜怎么如花一般枯萎了?然而干涸的秋水,仍然盛满了心愿,它们虽悄无声息地沉淀,也被我的心听见。一样的执著,却不是曾经撕心裂肺的哭喊,不 I saw you, San Mao, on the other side of the desert, across this piece of innocent yellow, I saw you covered with dusty face, as if the setting sun flashed on the undulating surface of the sea. How can your face be withered like a flower? However, the dry autumn water is still filled with aspirations. Although they quietly precipitated, they were also heard by my heart. The same persistence, but it was not the piercing crying, not