我不能主宰失足的幻想,犹如别人不能主宰我的良心。踯踯躅躅在人生之路上,飘逝的相片渐渐幻化为虚无的真实,似真如梦,我真切地感觉黑暗中的某种血泪正在滋生——冰冷、彻骨,比寒冬的飞雪来得更加迫切。当骀荡的春风轻抚我弯曲的脊梁,冻僵的思绪艰难地爬上幡然的枝杆,立于已然苏 I cannot dominate the illusion of disappointment as if others cannot dominate my conscience. In the path of life, the evanescent photographs are gradually transfigured into nothingness and reality. They are like dreams. I truly feel that some kind of blood and tears in the dark are breeding—cold and boneless. It is more urgent than the snowstorm in winter. When the turbulent spring breeze touched my curved spine, the frozen thoughts climbed up the stunned branches and stood still.