【一】为了寻找自己的归宿,风儿从一个村庄吹到另一个村庄,从一片叶子吹到另一片叶子,从一条河流吹到另一条河流,无休无止,流浪在旅途中。它们以无限张狂的姿态卷走尘埃,卷走沙砾,卷走我伫立在青春里的眼神、希望与梦。一些风儿吹,吹到天黑天又亮;一些人儿在高高的山岗上,放养星星与月亮;一些幻境在毡房顶上谛听风铃的声响;还有一些蠢蠢欲动的想 In order to find their own end, the wind from one village to another village, blowing from one leaf to another leaf, from one river to another river, endless, wandering on the road. They swept away the dust in an indefatigable manner, swept away gravel and swept away my eyes, hopes and dreams that stood in my youth. Some of the wind blows, and when it is dark and bright, some of the children stock the stars and the moon on high hills; some of the illusions listen to the wind chimes on the roof of the felt house; and some are ready to go