垂钓一竿子下去,一竿子起来,世界就这样起落。弧线,还是弧线,一些是遗憾,一些是对。晶莹的是水,滴落的也是水。无法更改的终是命运,鱼呢?一蓬革从陆地慢慢没入水里,不再归来。垂钓者远去,垂钓在继续,河流在流,流不到垂钓者的身上。夕阳无法固定的始终漂浮。它长、短,它摇曳,静得发亮,都与水的清浊无关。 Fishing a pole down, a pole up, the world so up and down. Arc, or arc, some are regrettable, some are right. Crystal is water, dripping is water. Can not be changed is the fate of the end, a fish it? A pu leather from the land slowly into the water, no longer return. Anglers away, fishing continues, the river is flowing, less than the angler’s body. The sunset can not be fixed always floating. It is long, short, it swaying, still bright, nothing to do with the voicing of water.