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蜘蛛一角流檐。一扇半掩的门窗……一纤小草。一抹孱弱的残枝……立锥之地。或者,俯伏生长着的寻常事物。足以摆放我们的生死道场。生活只是一个又一个圆,终点与起点都在同一根直线上栖居。我们奔走,撒网的人,在网别人的同时也网自己。直线之外,留白的天空用来漏风雨,漏握不住的前尘往事。丝质的灵魂,有着月光的颜色与体温,用守侯修炼寂寞。苍白,清冷……风月,活在喧嚣之上。所有的道路皆陡峭。
Spider corner stream canopies. A half-covered doors and windows ... ... a small grass. A touch of weak stumps ... ... cone of the land. Or, the usual things that fall under the growth. Enough to display our life and death arena. Life is just one circle after another, ending in the same straight line as the starting point. We run, cast nets, others in the net at the same time net yourself. Outside the straight line, the white sky used to leak the wind and rain, missed the past events. Silk soul, with a moonlight color and body temperature, practice loneliness with Shou Hou. Pale, cool ... ... romantic, living in the noisy. All roads are steep.