在春天在春天,那慢慢鼓胀开来的山丘,多么像一个个漫溢的池塘。它们在同一根疯狂的鞭子抽打下,幻化为你、我耳闻目睹的尘世。刹那间的事一颗露珠的聚与散是刹那间的事,对一个刚刚度过了他漫长一生一大半的人来说,一只蜉蝣的生与死是刹那间的事,一朵花的开与败是刹那间的事,一片山坡,一片树丛的荣与枯是刹那间的事,对一个刚刚度过了他漫长的一生的一大半的人来说, In spring, in the spring, the slowly expanding hills are like ponds overflowing each other. Under the same crazy whip, they turn into you, and I hear the world I have seen. Instant dew gathered and scattered is an instant matter, for a man who has just spent his long life, most of the people, a sluggish life and death is an instant event, a flower Opening and defeating are moments, a hillside, a grove of glory and dry is an instant matter, for a man who has just spent his long life,