这一年,我身体里的草木,劫走了风情、隐喻、鹤唳、某个浓郁饱满的黄昏。这一年,我在烟雨中,种下一小片浮动的暗香,安置了一幅黑白交错的印象江南。捧起大海的脚尖,想在掌心里,造势一场横亘的波峰;在起伏的声色中,想放牧一群穿草鞋的羊,但命运的机缘,让我的海和羊群,省略掉了澎湃和大地葱茏。这一年,我与生活互换冷暖。这一年,我的骨骼渗出越来越多的旧时光,灵魂有深蓝的翅膀。 This year, the vegetation in my body, robbed the customs, metaphors, cranes, a rich full of dusk. This year, I am in the misty rain, planting a small piece of floating incense, placed a staggered impression of black and white Jiangnan. Take the tiptoe of the sea, in the palm of your hand, to create a potential peak; in the ups and downs of the sound, want to graze a group of sheep wearing straw sandals, but the fate of the opportunity for my sea and flocks, omitted the surging and Green onion 茏. This year, I exchanged warmth with life. This year, my bones exude more and more old time, the soul has dark blue wings.