夜深了,躯体沉睡,思想醒着,梦又开始起航。行走的语言,乘风的逻辑,怀疑的土壤孕育一段伪科学,智慧的眼睛看清本质,迟疑的手掸去一层蒙羞的灰。心灵开始歌唱,一丝疼惜的颤音,宛在心海中央的莲。小屋里的静音,花儿开在暗里,微香渲染孤寂,回忆的纽带串起温暖的场景,棉花糖,花手巾,半圆的栅栏,走乱的脚印。鸡鸣,狗吠,悠悠升起的炊烟,黄昏含蓄的指引。隔岸的风景,柳絮飞扬,青梅附枝,笛音清脆。河边,湿衣拍打的涟漪,被惊飞的翠鸟 Late at night, body slumbering, waking up, dream began again. The language of walking, the logic of the wind, the soil of suspicion gave birth to a pseudo-science, the eyes of wisdom saw the essence, and the hesitated hand dusted a layer of ashes of shame. Soul began to sing, a trace of trembling tremor, Wan lotus in the heart of the sea. Small mute room, the flowers open in the dark, micro-loneliness rendering lonely, memories of the string strung warm scene, cotton candy, flower handkerchiefs, semicircular fence, walking disorderly footprints. Crowing, barking, smoke rising, dusk guidance. The scenery across the bank, catkins flying, green plum with branches, flute crisp. Riverside, wet clothes beat the ripples, was scared of flying kingfishers