让我的文字组成一支船队,渡经太平洋、印度洋、大西洋,始终追随在你身旁。行走在陆地,就看见了海水或想起了海,岛上的人总是这样一心二用。现在是深夜,回家的路上。无尽的跨海大桥通敞无人,风一直呼啸,我渐渐不能确定自己到底算是身在海上还是陆地。车内音乐与窗外的风一路顽强抗衡,英国歌手洛德·史都华(Rod Stewart)的《远航》(Sailing)听上去意外有了现场感:我在远航,我在远航, Let my text form a fleet, through the Pacific, Indian Ocean, Atlantic, always follow you. Walking on land, saw the sea or think of the sea, the island people are always so single-minded. It is late at night, on the way home. Endless sea bridge open no one, the wind has been roaring, I gradually can not determine whether in the end be considered at sea or on land. The car music and the wind outside the window all the way to fight the British singer Rod Stewart’s “Sailing” (Sounding) has an unexpected sense of the scene: I am voyage, I am voyage,