光的集结令,一天之内,在我行而上的姿态里,数次与我相遇。裂帛般的絮语,近乎完美的清唱;同样的腔调,不一样的标注。一条河流,长期于体内涌动,那是故乡的山水田园、故乡的小令。穿过薄雾,穿过尘世,那些脆生生的眸子里,尽是工业园区上方的荒凉与苍茫。冷热之间,割舍太多……愈是单纯,愈是难以捉摸。浮于干净边沿的心境,其实,也不过是一片空空的海。静听禅钟,明如偈语。一道思想的裂痕, The light of the assembly order, within a day, in my posture, I met several times. Frail silk like language, almost perfect singing; the same accent, not the same label. A river, long surging in the body, it is the hometown of pastoral, hometown of small orders. Through the mist, through the earth, those crisp eyes, all desolate and vast industrial park above the vast. Between hot and cold, too much ... ... the more simple, the more elusive. Floating in the clean edge of the state of mind, in fact, is nothing but an empty sea. Listen to Zen bell, as bright as language. A crack of thought,