生命若没有向往,那是没有生命过的生命。向往什么?我时常这样自问,有时问得自己也张口结舌。人间的欢乐和病痛在大地蒸腾,在心的天空凝聚成云,或飘洒甘霖,或倾泻雪暴。这甘甜和苦辛的水,被心灵之根吮吸,便生出一种欲望,和树木的根一样,伸展着枝干,伸出地面,伸向天空,去窥探一个泥土里不曾有过的世界,去追寻绿叶,追寻繁花,追寻蕴寓着未来的秘密的果实。这是向往的品性吗?——是。向往与生命同在。向往是生命的一种存 If life is not longing for, it is life without life. What are you looking for? I often ask myself, sometimes I ask myself also tongue-tied. The joy and sorrow of the earth are transfigured in the earth, gathered in the sky of the heart into clouds, or filled with rain or pouring snowstorms. This sweet and bitter water, sucked by the roots of souls, gives birth to a desire that, like the roots of a tree, stretches its branches and extends beyond the ground to the sky to spy on a world never seen before, To pursue the green leaves, search for flowers, the search for the future contains the secret of the fruit. Is this longing for character? Desire to be with life. Longing for life is a kind of deposit