刻意寻找苦难,是不可理喻的英雄主义梦幻。就像我认为死寂的戈壁是在洪荒古老的沉默里,坚守着千年不变的诺言。在风沙无常却沟通天地、天地无极而时空不再的世界里,沉默与诺言是那样的威严与凝重。面对它,永恒与短暂、寂寞与喧闹、生存与死亡,所有的意义都极尽彰显,所有的意义都归于岑寂。这是无限伟大又极度渺小的梦幻。于是,寻梦,我向那戈壁更深处。然而,梦想在启程的那一刻被划破——因为树的出现。在偏执而理想的梦幻里,英雄与沉默、坚守与诺言是超越时空、超越生命的亘古存在。在这存在中,小我、小生命、小感觉都是可以忽略的苍白无力、意义平庸。然而,就在此时,具有生命意义的树 The deliberate search for misery is an illusion of heroism. Just as I think the deserted Gobi is in a gulf of ancient silence, sticking to the promise of the same thousand years. Silence and dignity are so dignified and solemn in a world of impermanence but communicative, heaven and earth where there is no time and no space. In the face of it, eternity and ephemeral, loneliness and bustle, survival and death, all the significance of all the best, all the significance of the silence. This is an infinitely great and extremely small dream. So, dream, I am deeper into that Gobi. However, the dream was scratched at the moment of departure - because of the appearance of the tree. In paranoid and idealistic dreams, heroism and silence, persistence and promise, are the eternal existence that transcends time and space and transcends life. In this existence, the ego, the small life, the small feeling all can be neglected the pale weakness, the mediocre meaning. However, at this point, a tree of life