1洪荒之水,捎来上帝的书信,洋洋洒洒。彼时东风惠我,明月当庐。慈悲的祝福在大地的母腹之上汩汩流淌,盈盈一水,光可照人。每一块石头,都是上帝铺排的文字,珠圆玉润。亘古的刀锋,刻下时光的密语,坐拥山重水复,有一些辽远,不忍卒读。在前生烙下的节点,相逢。每一块石头,都在沉默里成长,而沉默,是最响亮的回声。 A prehistoric water, brought to the epistle of God, eloquent. Dong Feng Hui me then, the moon when House. Mercy of blessing in the earth’s mothers absurd flow, Ying Ying water, light can be shine. Each piece of stone, God’s arrangement of the text, beads Yurun. Eternal blade, engraved the secret language of the time, sitting on the mountain heavy water complex, some far, could not bear to read. Born in the previous node, meet. Each stone grows in silence, and silence is the loudest echo.