莫笑我们的年少,在多少次“要脚踏实地”的忠告过后,依然喜欢以那个最滥俗的向上45°的姿态,抬头看天。大块大块灰色的云朵占领了天空,阴沉沉的,很压抑。好在有一群鸟飞过,扑棱着翅膀。飞翔是它们的使命,它们从不管天气是晴或是阴。(图/文泱年)夕阳是白天的孩子,夜晚的母亲。地上的人们站在喧嚣和沉默的交界线上,便感到了难以释怀的辽阔。大运河纵贯我的家乡,一直伸向遥远的地方。远方,那是一个让心悸动的词啊。我想起夸父。(图/文微明) Mo laugh at our young, after how many times “to be down to earth ” advice, still like the most despising up 45 ° gesture, looked up at the sky. Large chunks of gray clouds occupy the sky, gloomy, very depressed. Fortunately, a group of birds flew over, flapping their wings. Flying is their mission, regardless of whether the weather is clear or cloudy. (Figure / Wen Yi years) sunset is the daytime children, night’s mother. The people on the ground stood on the line of the noisy and silent, they feel the vast expanse. The Grand Canal runs through my hometown and stretches far into the distance. Afar, that’s a word for heart palpitations. I remember Kuafu. (Figure / text twilight)