夏日的青藏高原,一江碧绿的湖水。湖底巨大的震源,撼起沉重的浪涌。浪涌奔腾翻滚,相互撞击,进出一簇簇洁白的莲花座,突然凝止不动,然后迅速后退。“看,雪山,唐古拉山。”有人悄声耳语,生怕惊动神灵。飞机渺小的投影,伸出细长的潜望镜,仿佛探险的潜艇。星罗棋布的海子,泛着蔚蓝色的烟光,仿佛飘摇的浮萍。 1983.9拉萨 Summer of the Tibetan Plateau, a river of green lake. Huge source of the lake, shaking a heavy surge. Surge Pentium rolling, collide with each other, into a cluster of white lotus seat, suddenly stopped, and then quickly back. “Look, snow-capped mountains, Tanggula.” Someone whispering, for fear of disturbing the gods. Small projection of the plane, out of slender periscope, as if the exploration of the submarine. Dotted Haizi, glowing blue smoke, as if floating in the duckweed. 1983.9 Lhasa