茫茫的夜,揉碎斑驳的星光,任点点余辉稀散地铺在青青石板上,寂寥而漫长的石路,将在哪里找到落脚的地方?我想是在东方,遥远夜空的东方。任凭凄冷的风,卷走脸颊残存的一丝红晕,苍白、瑟瑟、颤粟,但绝不让它凝固奔腾的血液;任凭狂如雨的冰雹,刺痛冰冷麻木的指尖,弯曲、僵硬、干裂,但绝不让它毁了指间跳跃的旋律。长长 In the dark night, crumble the mottled starlight, any little afterglow scattered on the blue stone plate, lonely and long stone road, where to find a place to stay? I think in the east, the distant night sky in the East. Despite the chilly winds, the cheeks of the remnants of the blush were rolled away, pale, rustling, and trembling, but they were never allowed to solidify the galloping blood; despite the raging hail, stinging cold and numb fingers, bending, stiffness, chapped , but never let it ruin the melody of jumping fingers. Long