筛子蒋芸生命流过,曾带来很多东西,我也曾像一个孩子,伸出双手,想把它抱满在怀中,但太多了,不能全部保有,我没有篮子,盛不起带给我的一切2。但是,我知道已漏掉很多东西,在我手中,没有篮子,只有一个筛子,那些东西,经过筛子,仿佛已经留下来,后来才发现,那不是筛子所能留得住,篮子也盛不下来的,太细太小了,筛子里,只剩得那么少,而且,在一摇一晃之间,又失去了,终于还是无法留下3。其实,任何东西也是一样,在它属于你的时候,已经是你失去的开始,曾经欣赏过的好风好景,曾经度过的晨昏,或者有那么短暂的时间,你是觉得满足与信赖的,但是,到底连这种感觉都失去的,什么都变成了曾经而已4。 Jiang Yun life through the screen, has brought a lot of things, I also had a child, put out his hands, want to hold it in his arms, but too much, can not be all retained, I have no basket, can not afford to bring Give me everything 2. But I know I have missed a lot of things. In my hands, there is no basket, there is only one screen, those things pass through the screen, as if they have been left, and later discovered that it is not a sieve that can be retained, and the basket does not flourish Too small, sieve, only so little left, and, in a flash, lost again, finally still can not leave 3. In fact, anything is the same. When it belongs to you, it is already the beginning of your loss, the good scenery you once enjoyed, the morning twilight you have spent, or the short time you feel satisfied and trusted. But in the end even this feeling is lost, what have become the only 4.