在黑夜里,走着,我心清如水。当然不会无知无觉,却相当宁静淡然,就这样走着,走着走着天就亮了。这经历不止一次。不能说习以为常,起码在漫长的岁月里,我已近乎知天命了,循环往复,多次经历过。在我悠远的记忆里,无意或有意地刻下后,再也无法抹去,一直隐藏着,或者说深深铭记着。在之后的岁月,我的脑海,或心田,在异常寂静的时候,忽儿踏响轻盈的脚步,我的灵魂,或者心律,就随着这脚步的节奏响起,由远及近,由近及远,来回踏响着。母亲瘦弱的身影,渐渐高 In the dark, walking, I clear water. Of course not ignorant, but very quiet and indifferent, so walked, walked the day light. This experience more than once. Can not be used to common sense, at least in the long years, I almost know destiny, and cycle, repeatedly experienced. In my distant memory, inadvertently or intentionally carved, can no longer be erased, has been hidden, or deeply in mind. In the days that follow, my heart, or my heart, in the stillness of silence, the lightness strikes, my soul, or the rhythm of the heart, sounded with the rhythm of the footsteps, from far and near, from near and Far, rang back and forth. Mother’s thin figure, gradually high