也许是林间的瘴气也许是神的余息降至人间,不过是一缕缕若有若无的水汽落在草尖,栖在山顶或为野兽饮用,或落入灰烬,碾土成泥只有误入藕花深处为一只只宽阔的绿手摊掌接住滴滴晶莹,颗颗透亮视若珍宝,待得鸡啼,郑重归予伏羲 Perhaps it is perhaps the forest between the wood of the gas may be the rest of God down to earth, but a wisp of water if the wilderness falls on the grass tip, habitat on the top of the mountain for the beast or drinking, or fall into the ash, mud mud only mistakes Into the lotus root deep into a wide green palm stand palm catch drops of crystal clear, as bright as treasure, cock crow, solemnly assigned to Fu Xi