还是水沙窝渡口裸露着。还是水。一个人站在水中央。没有什么可以成为这个人的一生,只有水。水装满了泥沙和梦想。水被你像婆姨一样紧紧地搂在怀中。一个人,一辈子在水里淘生活,就够了;一个人,一辈子在水里敲打一块尘世的石头,磨光它。或者,让它成为一轮半月的形状,就够了。半圆形的月亮挂在河道的上空,如同一个人或窄窄的天空的伤口。半圆形的月亮,被风吹着。吹啊吹,吹成了一条细细的线。 Or water sand nest ferry bare. Still water. A person standing in the middle of the water. Nothing can be this person’s life, only water. Water filled with sediment and dreams. Water is like a woman in your arms tightly hugged in my arms. A man, life in the water Amoy life is enough; a person, life in the water beat a earthy stone, polished it. Or, let it be a half-moon shape, enough. A semicircular moon hangs over the river, like a human or narrow sky wound. A semicircular moon, blown by the wind. Blowing, blowing, blowing into a thin line.