天目山坐在晾台看,似一幅画,被随意挂在了眼帘。雨水白纱般飘,无言地阻隔了都市里的喧嚣。云,一拨一拨地从山头滚过,如飞奔的野马,却又牵动着浓郁的乡愁。不经意间,我就入了定。任由那一幅幅画面随风移动,清晰而空灵。讲经布道的鸟鸣,氤氲在缥缈中。 Mount Tianmushan sit on the table to see, it seems a picture, was hanging at your fingertips. Rain white gauze floating, silently blocking the noise in the city. Cloud, a wave of land rolling from the hills, such as flying wild horses, but also affects the rich nostalgia. Inadvertently, I entered the set. Let the picture move with the wind, clear and ethereal. Preaching preached birdsong, 氤 氲 in the 缥 缈.