“我们的目光合拢成一条线/驱逐雾霾,穿过针孔另一头的故乡”、“没有一盏灯火能够读懂/在一张纸上漂泊的人”、“一阵大风吹过/春天薄薄的门/重重地摔在我的心上”、“更多的欢愉是自己的/身体在一朵桃花里渐渐升温”。当你轻轻吟诵上述诗行,你一定会被一股浓浓的乡愁所笼罩:一条线、一根针、一盏灯、一张纸、一阵风、一扇门、一朵花、一缕香……在这样一个“精神印象”里,乡愁俨然就是赐人的有限生命以最需要的东西:静思、凝神、明觉; “Our eyes closed into a line / drive away the smog, through the hometown of the other end of the pinhole ”, “There is no one who can read / light on a sheet of paper ” “ Blown / spring thin door / heavy fell on my heart ”, “ More joy is that their body / body in a peach blossoms gradually warmed ”. When you gently chant the verse above, you are sure to be shrouded in a thick nostalgia: a thread, a needle, a lamp, a piece of paper, a gust of wind, a door, a flower, a strand Hong ... In such a “spiritual impression ”, nostalgia is like giving the limited life most in need of things: meditation, concentration, sensation;