我常常想,生命的凌乱与琐碎,不啻一片泥涂,生死疲劳,歌斯哭斯,凡涉足者都不能安于自身的清白。只是有人不能自拔,从此眼之所见,皆为污秽;唯有带泪来看的人,才得满目光辉。那个不居高堂而愿学大龟曳尾于泥涂的人早已逝去千年,而他倔强瘦削的身影却恒久地映衬在秋风之中,秋水之畔。庄周,以冷眼望穿历 I often think that the clutter of life and trivial, not muddy, life and death fatigue, cousin crying, all those involved are not at ease with their innocence. Only some people can not extricate themselves, from what they see, are filthy; Those who do not dignitaries and would like to learn turtle tail dragging in the mud who have already passed away thousands of years, but his stubborn figure is permanently against the autumn wind, the banks of the autumn. Zhuang Zhou, cold look through the calendar