我看见风中有风,它们在关关雎鸠,大风起兮,它们在易水之上,竖着衣领。我看见雨中有雨,它们不做浮云,思想着唯一,它们在土里化去,涌动在海的怀里。我看见三十而立,立的是自己。四十不惑,惑的是唏嘘。五十知天命,命在水深火热里。一个人用一生咯出的一坨血,被群起的野狗偷袭后衔了去。历史是闲人的历史。我看见的风,卷起一地鸡毛。我看见的雨,坠落的行程,弯弯曲曲。我看见的路,触摸不到天庭的门槛。我看见的这人,一直在既定的旮旯,咽咽 I saw the wind in the wind, they are off the dove, the gale from the beginning, they are above the easy water, vertical collar. I see the rain in the rain, they do not do clouds, think the only one, they are in the earth to go, surging in the arms of the sea. I saw thirty and set myself up. Forty puzzled, puzzled is sigh. Fifty know the destiny, life in dire straits. A lump of blood that a man spawned with his life was captured by a wild dog attacking him. History is idly history. I saw the wind, rolled up a feather. I saw the rain, crashed trip, winding. I see the road, touch the threshold of heaven. This man whom I saw has been swallowed and swallowed