小时候我喜欢风铃,那简简单单重复着的声响像一首没有词的歌,一直唱着,直到地老天荒。长大后,我喜欢风,我知道是风给了风铃动力,那简单的音符没有任何意义。就像我们常说的尽在不言中。 When I was young, I liked wind chimes. The simple, repeated sound was like a song without a word, and I sang until the end of time. When I grew up, I liked the wind. I knew that the wind gave the wind chime power. The simple notes didn’t make any sense. As we often say, we are not saying anything.