我常常想远古先民是多么孤独。万古长夜里刚刚睁开的一群眼睛,看天,天上也挂满茫然的眼睛,那无数眼睛悬在虚无中,更是茫然复茫然;看地,地上奔突游走着禽兽的眼睛,眼睛里尽是忧郁和惊恐;看水,水浩浩荡荡流着,却不知道流哪里去了;看山,顽固狰狞的石头抱成一团,似乎扛着、高举着什么,而头顶,终归是那云聚云散的,不知是什么意思的天空。 I often wonder how lonely ancient ancestors. A long list of eyes that have just opened in the midst of the night, watching the sky, the sky is also covered with a loss of eyes, that countless eyes hanging in the nothingness, but also a loss at a loss; look, the ground running away unexpectedly animal eyes, eyes exhausted Is melancholy and panic; look at water, water mighty flow, but do not know where to go; see the mountain, stubborn stone cling to a group, it seems that carrying, holding high, and the head, after all, is that cloud poly Cloud scattered, I do not know what the meaning of the sky.