你曾是一尾鱼 出生在狂涛之间 成长在腾跃之中 龙门之后还是龙门 不信鳞鳞片片 化不成奋飞的双翼 你曾是一口家畜 在大地的皱纹里 朝趟泥泥泞泞 晚披风风雨雨 甚至没有三五粒收成 你依然耕播不已 你曾是一头鹿 吉祥在上 希望在上 想你 你就在眼前 看你 你却在天边 神话讲老了日 You used to be a fish born in the wild between the growth in the prance in the gantry or the gantry do not believe the scale of the flaky formidable fly wings you used to be a livestock in the earth wrinkles toward the muddy muddy evening cloak stormy not even Thirty-five grain harvest you are still plowing endless you have been a deer auspicious in the hope that you want to see you in front of you you are talking about the old days in mythology days