我是一个喜欢走动的人。在不停的走动中,会有一种难得的体验,可以是一件事、一个人,可以面对一座桥,也可以在山的深处大声地呼喊。人在走动中是一种姿态,表达了对生命这种与生俱来的尊重。时间的流逝是不知不觉的,在空气里,在你的发际,在断线风筝片刻的惆怅中,在生离死别的悲怆中,在小鸟的啁啾声里。行走是一种姿态,你可以穿越沼泽,驰骋疆场。你是一支在春天唱响的柳笛,是飘泊在秋梦里的那朵轻盈的蒲公英:你是四季的轮回,没有起点, I am a person who likes to move around. There is a rare experience that can be one thing, walking alone, facing a bridge, or shouting aloud in the depths of a mountain. People move around is a gesture of expression of this inherent respect for life. The passing of time is unconsciously, in the air, in your hairline, in the melancholy moment of breaking the kite, in the grief of death, in the chirp of the bird. Walking is a gesture, you can cross the swamp, gallop battlefield. You are a willow flute playing in the spring, the light dandelion floating in the autumn dream: you are the four seasons of the reincarnation, there is no starting point,