云的脚步云说翻过那道山脊便可以望见故乡了。而灯火闪烁的家,却像星星隔着一条浩瀚的银河。云说过完这一个冬天便是无边的春晴了。而大雪无垠辽阔的季节里,遥望的目光总是比理想更加脆弱。云是自以为是的莽汉,又是自我解嘲的诗人。云是善于幻象的流浪儿,把自己想象成一个面包,一座金山,温饱自己,富裕自己。云随风吹,云就是风的脚步。有时南下,有时北上,有时星夜赶路,有时风雨兼程,有时纹丝不动,有 Cloud footsteps cloud said that over the ridges can see the homeland. The flashing home, but like a star across the vastness of the Milky Way. Cloud said that this winter is a boundless spring clear. The vast expanse snow season, the look of attention is always more fragile than the ideal. Cloud is self-righteous boohan, but also self-deprecating poet. Cloud is a ghostly vagrant, imagine themselves as a bread, a Jinshan, food and clothing, rich themselves. With the wind blowing clouds, the cloud is the pace of the wind. Sometimes south, sometimes north, sometimes star night hurry, and sometimes wind and rain, and sometimes motionless, there are