时间静静流淌,很世俗的一个日子,在烟火里延续。一切是如此之缓慢,景色缓慢地转变,视野缓慢地开阔,日光缓慢地消褪,目的地缓慢地接近。我的耳朵忽然有了失聪的错觉,似在玄妙的梦境中,又分明坐进了安静的时光里。顽强的睡意与迟钝的清醒作着坚定的决斗,围困于山峦丛林中的思维开始复苏,仿佛前方的奔赴必须精心勾勒与导演一般。或许,人在旅途,总会憧憬一场美丽的邂逅, Time flows quietly, a secular day, continued in the fireworks. Everything was so slow, the landscape changed slowly, the horizon was slowly widened, the sun slowly faded and the destination slowly approached. My ears suddenly have the delusion of deafness, it seems in the mysterious dreams, and clearly sit in a quiet time. Stubborn drowsiness and dull sober for a determined duel, the thinking trapped in the jungles of the mountains began to recover, as if the front of the rush must be carefully outlined and the director in general. Perhaps, people in the journey, always looking forward to a beautiful encounter,