读朱佤佤的日记体作品《发芽的心情》,使我想起清澈的小溪。它从长着青草的岩石缝隙里,像珍珠一样,慢慢地泌出,渐渐地积成一小洼,好似一面淡绿色的小镜子。待到水积攒得多了,就在某一个瞬间,无声地溢出岩窝,缓缓地流下山岗。它奔腾着、跳跃着,遇到不平的地方,就发出哗哗的响声。在奔流的路上,小溪好奇地张望着,搜索着,分辨着,收集着……露水、雨水、雪水汇入小溪的胸怀,她在前 Reading Zhu Di’s diary work “The Sprout of Mood” reminds me of the clear stream. From the crevices in the green grass, like pearls, it slowly bleeds out and gradually accumulates a handful of small green mirrors. Until the water accumulated much more, in a certain moment, silently overflowing the rock nest, slowly flow down the hill. It leaps and jumps, and in the face of injustice, it buzzes. On the rushing path, the creek looked curiously, searched, and discerned, collecting... the dew, rain, and snow flowing into the creek.