昏黄,万物归于平静。我回到夜读灯下,舒展一页页相互连缀的往事,字里行间都是对生命的敬畏和无法成全的愿景。《自欢喜》讲述了一只蝉,因为贪馋寺院里供奉的灯油,被佛陀惩戒,灼烫的灯油倾倒在蝉的翅翼上,蝉发出了“阿咋惹”的觉悟。《探春》里,你领回订了娃娃亲的新娘,她穿着羔羊皮镶边的黑布褂子和黑布百褶裙,像是从一幅针脚粗糙的绣图里一脚踏进了你的生命里。此后,你用 Dim, all things at peace. I went back to reading the lights under the night and stretched the pages of the past with each other. The lines between the lines awe the visions of life and can not be fulfilled. “Joy of Joy” tells a cicada, because the greasy oil served in the monastery is punished by the Buddha and the burning lamp is poured on the wing of the cicadas. In Tomb of Spring, you reclaim the bride with the doll, she wears a lamb cloth striped black cloth gown and a black cloth pleated skirt, like a stitch from a rough stitch into your Life. After that, you use