正午的凤羽正被高原上的流云笼罩着,我闻到了浓烈的野蔷薇的香气,从初春里暖暖的阳光里淌过来,它让我在幽静的村落里的游走,成为一个没有人注意的魂灵。这时候,我早已微醉了。凤羽,一个典雅的村落的名字,当我以一个诗人的身份,悄无声息地走进去,我遇见了太多让我因陶醉而激动的事物。在阳光里,我沉静的面孔,遮住了我的内心,只有我自己知道,此时,我是以一种怎样的身姿,如同一粒风中的尘砂,飘荡在凤羽的幽深而狭长的巷道里,用自己的灵魂去抚摸这个古老的小镇。 Noon Feng Yu is being covered in clouds on the plateau, I smell the strong briar scent, from the early spring in the warm sunshine drip over, it makes me walk in the quiet village, as a no People pay attention to the soul. At this time, I am already drunk. Feng Yu, the name of an elegant village, walked silently into me as a poet, and I met so much with my intoxicatedness that I was excited. In the sunshine, my quiet face, covering my heart, only I know, at this time, I was in what kind of posture, like a dusty sand in the wind, floating in the faint of Fung Yu In the narrow alleyways, use your own soul to caress this ancient town.