显然,当我试图抓住什么时,就往往会在记忆中轰然碎落。生活的喧嚣此起彼伏,你瞧,这滚滚红尘又曾淹没过多少往事?人们在孤独中安放自己,诗性的灵魂总是难以获得安宁。但我看见了,万物沿着它们的轨道前行,悲欢离合,沉浮明灭,这些生命中镌刻的印记,仿佛古岩画透出一种明亮,又在幽远的镜像中演绎为传奇和神话。 Obviously, when I try to grasp what, it often will crash in memory. The hustle and bustle of life comes one after another, and you see, how old is this drowsy red? People lay themselves in solitude, and the poetic soul is always hard to secure. But as I saw it, all things were moving along their orbit, mercifully connected with ups and downs, and the engravings in these lives were as if the ancient rock paintings revealed a bright and fantastic mirror that deduced them as legends and myths.