一场大风一场大风,吹老时光,吹皱所有的面孔。风,能把一个个日子聚拢,能把一个个日子吹散。谁还记得昨天的时光?谁还记得那一张张的面孔?风,像一把刀子把时光切开,让每个人去品尝不同的滋味。这一场风,把石头吹硬,把人心吹醒。揣一把阳光行走把阳光让进屋里来,贮满每一个空间。温和的冬阳,性情柔顺,全然没有了一丝夏日的骄横。 A gale of wind, blowing the old days, blowing all the faces. Wind, can gather together day after day, can blow away one day. Who remembers yesterday’s time? Who remember the faces? Wind, like a knife to cut the time, so that everyone to taste a different taste. This wind, the hard stone, the people wake up. Hides a sunshine walk into the room to sunshine, full of every space. Modest winter sun, supple, completely without a trace of summer arrogance.