行走是我们的生活状态,我们既行走在阳光下,也行走在月光里。当我们背起行囊,告别亲人告别故乡,就开始走向远方。我们从白天走到黑夜,从春夏走到秋冬,我们走过高高的山,渡过宽宽的河,信念总在前方。很多次,我们走到月光里,也许是一片原野,也许是一条山路,月光安静地铺在大地上,我们不忍踏碎月光的静谧,不忍打扰月光的美梦。我们清晰地记得,这还是曾经熟悉的月光,这还是不离不弃的月光,这还是当年引发父亲吟咏 Walking is our state of life, we walk in the sun, walking in the moonlight. When we carry our bags and bid farewell to their loved ones say goodbye to their hometown, they begin to go afar. We walked from day to night, from spring and summer to autumn and winter, we walked through the high mountains, across the wide river, the belief always in front. Many times, we went to the moonlight, maybe a field, perhaps a mountain road, the moonlight quietly spread on the earth, we can not bear breaking the moonlight quiet, could not bear to disturb the moonlight dream. We clearly remember that this was once again familiar with the moonlight, which is still the everlasting moonlight, which was the father of the chant that year