看门,门开着。门外的亮,形成了门内的阴影。那亮,使门外的一切恍惚了。一切都被抹去,一切都成为可能……我躺在客厅的沙发上,对着门,发呆。其实,门是关着的。门外是夜,寂静无声的黑暗。这夜,需要涉过一大片称作城市的东西,才能漫入戈壁。如果将头和脚换个位置,就会看见一道楼梯。沿着简陋的楼梯上去,折两下,就是他的背。这背是载我来寻梦的大鸟,是家的墙。 Look at the door, open the door. Bright outside, forming the shadow of the door. That bright, so trance outside the door. Everything was erased, everything was possible ... I lay on the couch in the living room, in front of the door, in a daze. In fact, the door is closed. Outside the door is night, silent darkness. This night, you need to involve a large area called the city in order to diffuse into the Gobi. If you change your head and feet, you will see a staircase. Go down the simple stairs, fold twice, it is his back. This is the back of the bird carrying my dreams, is the home wall.