有时候我在想,人的思想究竟是什么呢?有没有一种具象的事物可以形容我们的思想呢?偶尔,我觉得思想像彩色的蝴蝶,在盛开的花园中采蜜,但不取其味,不损色香,而这蝴蝶不能在我们预设的花园中飞翔,它随风翻转,停在一些我们不能考察的花丛中,甚至让我们觉得,那蝴蝶停下来时犹如一枝花。偶尔,我觉得思想犹如海洋,广度与深度都不可探测,在它涌动的时候,或者平缓如波浪,或者飞溅如海 Sometimes I wonder, what is the human mind? Is there any concrete thing to describe our thoughts? Occasionally, I think the thought is like colored butterflies, collecting honey in a blooming garden, but not taking it It does not smell bad, and the butterfly can not fly in our pre-set garden. It flutters in the wind and stops in some flowers we can not examine. Even the butterfly feels like a flower when it stops. Occasionally, I think thoughts are like the ocean, neither of breadth and depth can be detected, as it surges, either gently or as waves