心如止水，一灯如豆，有半窗月影在缓缓地走。 独坐窗前，也许什么都不想，什么都不做，然而生命深处最怅然的那根脉，却在寂静的冬夜里被岁月的纤手悄然握住，孤独与寂寞便在刹那间涌上心头，那一瞬间我就知道，是窗外的风又一次捎来了故乡的问候。 凝神的沉默，心便狂舞，故 Heart stop, a lamp, such as beans, a half moon shadow slowly walking. Sitting alone in front of the window, perhaps do not want anything, do nothing, but the most deep sense of the roots of life, but in the silent winter night was quietly hold the hands of time, loneliness and loneliness in an instant in my heart , That moment I knew, is the wind outside the window again came the greetings of the hometown. Concentrate on the silence, the heart will dance, therefore