梦醒时,想起远方,思绪纷纭。记得有位青年诗人在题为《远方》的诗中写道:远方除了遥远一无所有/遥远的青稞地/除了青稞,一无所有/更远的地方,更加孤独/远方呵!除了遥远,一无所有……可是,人们对远方为何有无尽的思念、向往或遐想?有时候,我觉得,远方除了我无奇不有。正如歌手 When I woke up, I thought of the distance and my thoughts were divided. I remember a young poet writing in a poem entitled “The Distance,” in which the distant place is nothing but remoteness / remote barley / nothing but barns / loneliness more lonely / far away! , Why do people have endless thoughts on the distance, longing or reverie? Sometimes, I think, in addition to my fantastic afar. Just as singer