空谷,并非一无所有。有流水,清在草丛;有枯树,横卧溪头;有藤蔓,覆盖记忆;有芭茅,举起火把;有小鸟,婉转歌吟……空谷,表面空空荡荡。空谷,其实并不空。因为空,它更充实。因为空,充满了静。因为静,充满回声。它会记录你的足音、你的呼吸,甚至你 Empty Valley, not nothing. There are running water, clear in the grass; withered trees, lying Xikou; vines, covering the memory; there are bananas, raise the torch; a bird, polite song ... ... empty valley, the surface empty. Empty Valley, in fact, not empty. Because of the air, it is more substantial. Because empty, full of quiet. Because of static, full of echo. It will record your footsteps, your breath, or even you