一座灯盏。古莲花开。一把老椅,光亮黧黑。一把纸伞,花儿一样,一开就散了。夜色,漆黑一团。只有古莲花通体明亮。沟沟、渠渠、畔上的田野庄稼,在古莲花的明亮里,香芬荡漾。一把伞有人握过。一把老椅有人坐过。一盏莲灯有人举过。有人,走过沟沟、渠渠、畔畔,收种庄稼。有人,说没就没了。没了,在漆黑一团里,是一个道具。谁还能看得见?谁还能碰得着?谁还能把没了搬走?没了,就是永远不见了。重新,会有一个小女孩头顶着明亮,发如穗花,一辔 A lamp Ancient lotus flowers open. An old chair, shiny black. A paper umbrella, flowers, just opened. Night, dark a ball. Only ancient lotus bright body. Gully, canal, bank of the fields of crops, in the bright ancient lotus, fragrant fragrance rippling. An umbrella was held by someone. Someone has sat on an old chair One lotus lamp was raised. Someone, walk through ditches, canals, banks, harvest crops. Someone, that’s gone. No, in a dark ball, is a props. Who can see? Who can touch? Who can not move out? No, that is, never seen. Again, there will be a little girl with a bright head, hair like a flower, a 辔