夜,缓缓地,从地平线上走过来,那么平和,又那么慢,仿佛每迈出一步,都会被无穷无尽的现实牵绊着。或者,虽然走着,却好像根本就没有挪动过半步。这样的时刻无所不在地蔓延时,我正安静地坐着,任由列车把我带进了一个不期而至的深深的雨夜。就在这个时候,我听见了一个声音,一个已经渗透了心智而被深深唤醒的声音,是在石头里点灯的声音,是微风吹拂 Night, slowly, come from the horizon, so peaceful, so slow, as if every step taken, will be bound by the endless reality. Or, while walking, it seems as though it has not moved half a step. When such a moment spread everywhere, I was sitting quietly, leaving the train to take me into an unexpected deep rainy night. It was at this moment that I heard a voice, a voice that had infiltrated my mind and was deeply awakened, a light that landed in a rock, a breeze