金山寺,浮在水面,白茫茫的,四周都是浪花,是过路的水漂,瞳孔中的凝视。是乌龙江孤独的打坐。长长的上游和下游,似粼粼巨蟒,匍匐不动。我走回那年,依然涉水而过,阳光如昔,白云犹新,青草的体香在毛孔里,风吹着渡口榕树的须。那年那月的金山寺刚整缮,我也刚走进城里,也年少。 Jinshan Temple, floating in the water, white vast, surrounded by waves, is the passing of the water, pupil staring. Is the solemn meddling in Wulongjiang. Long upstream and downstream, like a sparkling python, prostrate. I went back to that year, still wading, the sun shines, the clouds are still fresh, the body of grass in the pores, the breeze breeze banyan tree whisper. Jinshan Temple that month had just renovated, I have just entered the city, but also young.