风,以其特有的孤傲与冷寂抚过东非大裂谷,跃过珠穆朗玛峰,穿越亚马逊河的时候,从未留恋繁华的尘世,银装素裹的大地,因为它坚信飞动才是它唯一的宿命。而独木桥只能仰望风瞬间疾逝的身影,独自守候在山涧中,守候就成了它唯一的宿命。当时间销蚀独木桥生命的同时,自然也接受了记忆的抗争——往事总要竭力挣脱流光的裹挟,留存些许痕迹,使已逝的云烟在现实的屏幕中重现婆娑的身影,设法将已淹没于烟尘中的往事勾勒出来…… The wind, with its peculiar aloofness and coldness, touched the Great Rift Valley, jumped over Mount Everest, and passed through the Amazon, never lingering on the bustling earth, the land of silver, because it was convinced that flying was its only The fate. The single-plank bridge can only look up at the moment of the wind’s death, waiting alone in the mountains, waiting to become its only fate. When the time eroded the life of a single-plank bridge, it naturally accepted the struggle of memory. The past always struggled to break away from the streamer, leaving a few traces to make the dead clouds reappear in the realistic screen and try to submerge. The past in the smoke is outlined...