记不清什么时候,不再依恋知了的声声吟唱;不晓得何种原因,已经有了美与丑的刻骨铭心。渐渐地,我试着用艺术的眼光看待“云雾冷星陨月断枝竭茎衰柳败花残荷”;学着从哲学的角度面对“狂风暴雨寒霜古寺破钟锈锁颓蔷落叶”。 Can not remember when, no longer knowing the sound of singing; do not know what the reason has been the unforgettable beauty and ugly. Gradually, I tried to use artistic vision to look at the “clouds, cold stars, broken branches, dried stems, decayed stems, rancid, rancid rot,” and learned from a philosophical point of view to face the “windstorm, frost, frost, ancient temple, broken bell, rust, lock, fallen leaves”. .