在喀什大市场的一个出口外,盲人只顾向着深秋灰沉沉的天空唱他的歌。还在市场里面就听到歌声,在各色花围巾的摊档之间,一声声拔着音高,没想到唱歌的是个乞讨者。出了大门,在人流里看见他蹲在地上,抽动着没有眼珠的眼睛。他的全身都在极力向上,向着某个很了不起的地方,任何人都触摸不到那儿,只有靠歌唱者的声音才能到达。为什么一个乞丐给人高傲的印象?好像他和人间没什 Outside an exit in the Kashgar Grand Market, the blind man sings his song to the deep, dark sky. Still heard in the market inside the song, scarves in various colors between the stalls, the sound pulled the pitch, did not expect to sing is a beggar. Out the door, in the crowd saw him squatting on the ground, twitching eyes without eyes. His whole body is moving upward, toward a great place, no one can touch there, only by the singer’s voice to reach. Why is a beggar proud of the impression?