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心里总期盼着能有一次迷路的经历。哪怕只有一次。或者是古老得像迷宫似的巷子里,苔痕遍染的青石板路面,徘徊踯躅着我的身影。或许临街的某扇雕花的窗子里会探出一张慈祥而温和的脸,或许哪扇旧式的木门里会飘出一声真诚而亲切的嘱咐。或者是茫茫的树林里,可以毫无顾忌地大喊大叫一会儿,不用急着寻找归途,先去欣赏动物音乐会,然后倚在一棵大树上,微闭双眼,静听林海涛声。多么期盼迷一次路,着着实实地迷一次路。期盼一个人躺在异乡远山的黄昏里,沐空山灵雨。
My heart always looking forward to have a lost experience. Even if only once. Or the ancient labyrinth like alley, covered with moss covered with quartzite pavement, wandering wandering with my figure. Perhaps a wooden carved window facing the street will have a kind and gentle face stuck out, perhaps a sincere and cordial order will be given out to any old wooden door. Or in the vast woods, you can shout for no reason at all. You do not have to hurry to find a way back. Enjoy the animal concert first and then lean on a big tree with your eyes closed. Listen to Lin Haitao’s sound. How long to look forward to a long way, really get lost on the road. Look forward to a person lying in a remote mountain dusk, Mu empty mountain rain.