睡与醒之际,有潺!的河水在耳边奔流,流过影影绰绰蒙!困顿的形体。是黑色和白色的流泉,是音响,是笑语,是呻吟,是一个迷惘的世界从悬崖坠下。我的意识滑过河岸。沉落,升起,回旋,然后一头栽入语言的止水。文字!在人间烙下不灭的印记,又像猛然推开一扇天门,从词汇之树采撷音节,是破浪向前的船首,是对抗死亡的利器,在虚无的波浪上航行,浪花飞溅处水柱高高耸起! Sleeping and awakening occasion, there is flowing! The river running in the ear, flowing through the film more than enough, the formidable. Is a black and white stream, is sound, is a laugh, is moaning, is a lost world from the cliffs fall. My consciousness slides across the bank. Sink, rise, maneuver, then plunge into the water of the language. Text! The sign of immortality in the world, like suddenly opened a heavenly door, pick the syllables from the tree of words, is the forward bow of the waves, is a weapon against death, sailing on the waves of nothingness, spray splash High water tower!