是夜吗,是远方,是那阵清澈的晚风。是那漆黑静谧的夜,是那时没能数清的星斗,是那一起飞舞的萤火虫。还是那铺天盖地开的花,像我们一样年轻的花,井冈山上的花。——题记在车里,随着山路的颠簸,我睡了又醒了,断断续续的,依旧是很冗长的梦。梦里是十月的大山,枯黄的落叶,遗落的麦 Is it night, far away, is the clear evening breeze. It was the dark night of silence. It was the star-stoop that could not be counted at that time. It was the firefly that flew together. Or the flower that blooms overwhelmingly, like our young flower, the flowers on Jinggangshan. - Inscription in the car, with the bumps on the mountain road, I slept and woke up, intermittent, still a long and arduous dream. The dream is the mountains of October, the yellow fallen leaves, the fallen wheat