仓央嘉措有一首诗,我曾经很喜欢,却多年没想起过。他说——好多年了你一直在我的伤口幽居我放下过天地却从未放下过你我生命里的千山万水,任你一一告别世间事,除了生死哪一件不是闲事“幽居”大抵是诗里最打动人的一个词。“幽居”——清冷、悄然、不动声色,却一直都在那儿,活在你的伤口里。 Tsang central Gyatso has a poem, I used to like, but for years did not think of it. He said - for many years you have been living in my wounds I put down the world but never let down your life in thousands of miles, let you one by one say goodbye to the world, in addition to which one is not a matter of life and death “Quiet” is probably the most touching poem in the poem. “Quiet ” - cold, quiet, quiet, but always there, living in your wounds.