不知道是在多么遥远的时候,我梦到过那样一方净土,有天,有海,有风,有树,她有尘世间最平凡的景,却有梦境中最牵魂的美,她被称作中国。可惜,是梦。佛说,一花一世界,一叶一菩提。钢筋混凝土的楼房像苟延残喘的巨兽遮蔽着失去颜色的天,而我希望在乌烟瘴气的城市一隅寻到这样的中国魂,自然的,纯净的,我不知道现在还能不能有这样的惊鸿一瞥,但至少曾经有过。 I do not know how long it was when I dreamed of such a party as the Pure Land. There was a sky, a sea, a wind, a tree, and she had the most extraordinary scene among the earthly world. Called China. Unfortunately, it is a dream. Buddha said that one flower world, a leaf a Bodhi. Reinforced concrete buildings like lurking behemoths that hide the color of the day, and I hope to find such a Chinese soul, natural, pure soul in the corner of the city, I do not know now can not have such a glimpse , But at least once.