1风吹走的是渡口上的云,是云下的尘世和淤泥。几千年,吹不走的是这黄荡荡的水,就像吹不动这苍莽里沉默的渡口。当它一次次吹拂,传说和历史的迷尘剥落、闪亮,在斜阳烟草遮掩之后,静默地隐进这神柏铁一样的枝权里。苍柏虬枝横斜,刺破万物虚空。之后静得只有风,只有云水悠悠,无声。云在上,水在下。云上青天,苍狗白驹。水行天下,激浊扬清。 The wind is blown away by the clouds on the ferry, the earth and mud under the clouds. Thousands of years, this is the swaying water, like blowing the silent in the vastness of the ferry. When it was blowing again and again, the dust of the legends and history peeled off, shining, silently hidden in the same branches of the divine iron after the sun-covered tobacco covered it. Cang twig branches oblique, piercing all things void. After the static was only the wind, only the clouds long, silent. The clouds are on, the water is on. Cloud sky, Cang white dog. Water world, excited turbid Yang Qing.