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我读着催眠的词。我脚下的泥土,在黄梅时节陷入了潮湿的沉默。所有的情感,正以雨水为念。我小心翼翼保养过的朝阳和落日,曾经穿越精神的欢愉先于时间而开花,曾经迈跨肉体的疼痛后于时间而结果,曾经依赖每一天的书写,用新生和枯萎善待过上天的秘密。我还在等待什么?横排和竖排的问号,从江南的云烟里升起。生命的未来,被我凝视,一切显而易见,一切又深不见底。我恍若感到,我代替了它们,在一切皆有可能的梦中。
I read hypnosis words. The soil under my feet plunged into the wet silence in Huangmei season. All emotions are being read with rain. The sun and the sunset I have cautiously taken care of, the joy I once passed through, flow before time, the pain that has crossed the body over time, and I have relied on the writing of each day to treat the secrets of heaven with new life and withering. What am I still waiting for? The horizontal and vertical question marks rise from the clouds in the south. The future of life, I gaze, everything is obvious, everything and bottomless. I feel reminds me, I replaced them, in all possible dreams.