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在那个风起云涌的时代,我似乎看见你在遐想。我惊叹,你身后沧海横流,你却安之若素。是风,是流沙,想抓却抓不住,握于掌心流于指缝。弹指一挥间,反倒使我越陷越深,陷入你的文字,陷入你的风华。品一杯清茗,闭日凝神,思绪穿越寸寸时光,陪你一起浅吟低唱:“人生如梦,一樽还酹江月。”可总有一股淡淡愁绪,令人黯然神伤。江月依旧,无奈你早已仙逝。沧海桑田,斗转星移,你定不会想到千年之后有一个俗子如此痴迷地追寻你。今年夏天,一个人,一背包,一张至四川成都的火车票,一场宁静的旅行就
In that turbulent era, I seem to see you reverie. I am amazed, you cross the sea behind you, but you are safe. Is the wind, quicksand, want to catch but can not catch, hold in the palm of your hand at the finger. Flickering, but actually make me deeper and deeper, fall into your writing, fall into your charm. A cup of clear tea, closed day of concentration, thoughts through the inch of time, accompany you to sing: “life is a dream, a bottle also 酹 Jiang month.” There may be a touch of melancholy, it is sad. Jiang month still, helpless you already passed away. Sea and sky, twists and turns, you will not think of a commoner after millennial pursuit of you so obsessed. This summer, a man, a backpack, a train ticket to Chengdu, Sichuan, a quiet trip