不知这雾是模糊了世界,还是模糊了我的双眼,我就这样迷失在这方朦胧的天地中。如果说这一切都只是梦境,那么,远处那疏朗的枝干描绘出的黑色轮廓,又是谁在我梦境里留下这不经意的一笔?周遭湿润的空气里漂浮着模糊的清香,又是谁从梦境中走过,在我心头留下或深或浅的痕迹?我知道这是一个无边无际、辽阔深远的世界,但我所能看到的、听到的、亲身感受到的,或许只有这一方小小的天地。无法克制那颗彷徨凄楚的心,但我依然感到欢喜,因为,在雾里,我正前行。 I do not know this fog is blurred the world, or blurred my eyes, I am so lost in the world of this obscure. If all this is just a dream, then, in the distance, the dark outline painted by the thin branches of the desert leaves no one in my dreams. There is a blur of fragrance floating in the humid air around Who walked through my dreams and left a deep or shallow trace in my heart? I know this is a boundless, vast and far-reaching world, but what I can see, hear, and personally experience, Perhaps only this small world. I can not restrain the fickle heart, but I still feel happy, because, in the fog, I am moving forward.