一、小雪1.这样的时刻我也许应该考虑给过路的风披一件衣衫。下午五点钟,一只兀立山头的鹰准时把摇摇欲坠的夕阳吞进空空的腹内。上帝的黑手慢慢展开,又慢慢合上。时光的马蹄陷落沙碛。夜色像一面灰暗的镜子,让我照见去年今日走失的一枚雪花,正被一缕寒冷的风挟持着,脚步踉跄,心境踉跄。小雪无雪。唯一的白是我桌上铺开的一页纸张。 First, the snow 1. This moment I may consider to wear a coat of wind to cross the road. At five o’clock in the afternoon, a standing eagle eagle swallowed the crumbling sunset into the empty abdomen on time. God’s black hands slowly unfold, and slowly close. Horseshoe time lagoon moraine. Night like a dark mirror, let me see the one lost last year, a snowflake, is being held hostage by a strand of cold wind, the pace of staggering, mood staggering. Snow does not snow. The only white is a piece of paper spread out on my desk.