像一阵风,一阵春风,轻拂你的发梢,丝丝飘起,或掠过水面,阵阵涟漪,或穿过沙漠,层层褶皱……它来得如此迅速,让你难以觉察;去得却又如此从容不迫,让你感受深切,难以忘怀。眷着犹存的气息,你知道一切来过,并悄无声息地流逝不在了。那遗留下 Like a gust of wind, a spring breeze, a flick of your hair, a sliver of water flowing over or over the water, rippling through the desert, or layers of folds ... it comes so quickly that you can hardly see it; And so calm, let you feel deep, unforgettable. Concerned with the stillness of breath, you know that everything has come and gone silently. That left behind