Scroll is amorous be like old friend, morning faints care is happy every date.
书卷多情似故人，晨昏忧乐每相亲。
Leave 3000 words continuously at the moment, bosom second a bit devoider dirt.
眼前直下三千字，胸次全无一点尘。
Everywhere of flowing water headstream is full, oriental Hua Liu chases stylish.
活水源流随处满，东方花柳逐时新。
Jin Anyu is strapped find fragrant settle or live in a strange place, did not believe my cottage Bie Youchun.
金鞍玉勒寻芳客，未信我庐别有春。
—— preface
——题记
I made a dream. Presumable also a dream of unreal.
我做了个梦。似真亦幻的一个梦。
A bizarre and motley, thorn gets a person to open do not open his eyes, my general hand is stroked on the forehead, a shadow since the circle falls between eyebrow, gropingly goes ahead. All the way evenness, not bumpy. Also had not known how long, suddenly, my screen lived to breathe, put light footstep. This an instant, be like Gui Jing of everythings on earth, chun Nuanhua leaves, my peek a light, be like unreal destroy, if concealed is like,show. Pass through to horizon and come, so far that hope to be less than a head, hope to be less than an edge, seem to dense fog surrounds, let me peep not clear its outline. I poke dense fog, the grass of cyan be continuous incessant, blow on the face of breath of clean Qing Fang and come. Lambency is overflowed in all around, let humane not clear its colour, I see them had turned round to come toward me. Be like wind to cross Lin Sao, scorching sun as it happens, use up number to be aspersed on the body of teenager person sock. I see edge of Yi person lip wipe light laugh then, line of beautiful the awaken of spring is worn lambency is kneaded broken in clear eye wave. I also do not become aware the ground ticks off corners of the mouth gently, blink, between an instant, if suddenly separates an era.
一片光怪陆离，刺得人睁不开眼，我将手抚上额，圈起一块阴影落在眉间，摸索着向前走去。一路平坦，并不磕磕绊绊。也不知过了多久，忽地，我屏住了呼吸，放轻了脚步。这一瞬，似万物归静，春暖花开，我窥见了一道光，似幻似灭，若隐若现。穿越天际而来，远得望不到头，望不到边，好像有迷雾环绕，让我窥不清它的轮廓。我拨开迷雾，青色的草儿绵延不绝，干净清芳气息扑面而来。柔光漫在四周，让人道不清它的色彩，我望见他们朝我回过头来。似风过林梢，骄阳正好，不偏不倚尽数洒在少年人的身上。我望见伊人唇边那抹淡淡的笑，明媚的春意衬着柔光揉碎在粼粼的眼波中。我也不觉地轻轻勾了勾嘴角，眨了眨眼，一瞬之间，恍若隔世。
Picture is understood at the moment in me slowly, month of one plain hill, zhu Lin piece. Chan Chan is by the side of ear is underwater acoustic, a winding brook has shed meantime. Imperceptible, I already sat in the bank, watch sun illuminate first till the setting sun fall on the west, the person between Gui Yinlin geminate already and didymous return, plowed a day, each is harvested quite abundant, joyous sound laughed at language be in harmony to be in peaceful forest. The bird outside can'ting help remembering a —— is spent puts in incomplete rain dusk 's charge, idle of the setting sun of language of bamboo edge person. Gradually, the brook is underwater acoustic come down gently slowly, it is to blink ……
景象慢慢在我眼前明了，一川山月，竹林片片。耳边是潺潺的水声，一条蜿蜒的小溪流过其间。不知不觉，我已坐在岸边，看阳光初照直到夕阳西下，归隐林间的人儿已成双成对的归来，耕作了一天，个个收获颇丰，欢声笑语融在了幽静的林间。不由得想起了一句——花外鸟归残雨暮，竹边人语夕阳闲。渐渐地，溪水声慢慢轻了下来，又是一眨眼……
such, I am like move back and forth at a place of another each different like a lantern with paper cut figures of men, their some seems a vivid picture, my body part seems again however among them segregation is outer, looking on the frown and smile of others, one tear one anxious, some is like slowly current has dripped between the heart, as if clean, do not paint the landscape painting of dust. These setting are new seem to be familiar with again however to extremely, I am slow-witted slow-witted, confused move is looking, looking at them, in them, have the boy man of high-spirited and vigorous, have the elegant Taoism priest with dress white element, have the weaker sex that there is all corners of the country in the eye, also have that two hair on the temples greying however still the celestial being of abundant god Jun Lang person I look at … their laugh words joyous tone, scallion years, look at their joys and sorrows, the person goes tea cool, do not become aware, canthus already floated slightly red, at the moment hazy, my piece dehisce, want evocative their name, can't help however hoarse voice shut eye ……
就这样，我似走马灯般穿梭于一个又一个各异的地方，它们有的似一幅生动的画，我身处其中却又仿佛隔离在外，旁观着别人的一颦一笑，一泪一愁，有的则似缓缓水流淌过心间，仿佛一幅干干净净，不染尘埃的山水画。这些场景陌生却又好像熟悉至极，我呆呆地，迷茫着望着，望着他们，他们中，有意气风发的少年郎，有衣着素白的翩翩道士，有眼中放着江湖的女流，也有那两鬓斑白却仍丰神俊朗的仙者…我看着他们的笑语欢声，青葱岁月，看着他们的悲欢离合，人走茶凉，不觉，眼角已微微泛红，眼前一片朦胧，我张了张口，想唤出他们的名字，却不禁哑声闭了眼……
I woke.
我醒了。
Absentminded look to the window outside. I know, dream of those, it is the person in those stories that my yearn day and night wears. I ever passed through that thin thin page, of that Dan Mo in black and white, in peek of between the lines their story.
恍惚望向窗外。我知道，梦见的那些，都是我朝思暮想着的那些故事里的人儿。我曾一遍遍透过那薄薄书页，那淡墨的白纸黑字，在字里行间窥见了他们的故事。
Resemble I always love to be initiated when leisure later slow-witted come, the likelihood is one clique is drawn the outline of to belong to him scene month to cease raining or snowing only in brain, samite mountains and rivers-land. In his Shanyuezhong the brandish that carry a pen writes down the features that then each is familiar with a person, commit suicide delicate language is studying those familiar written languages, was like them to hear, only my person is reading aloud seem sadly, listening, flow even among them, do not agree to leave tardy. Also be in the illusion my body is in other places probably, when different, have beside familiar they, following, experiencing those affairs of human life, bang intense still is insipid no matter, all make me on thin ice, enjoy sth bitter as if it were malt sugar.
就像后来我总爱在闲暇时发起呆来，可能是在脑海里勾勒出一派只属于自己风光月霁，锦绣山川。在自己的山月中提笔挥写下那一个个熟悉人的眉目，轻生细语念着那些熟悉的文字，似他们都听见了，又好似只有我一个人悄然念着，听着，流连其中，迟迟不肯离开。也或许是在幻想我身处他方，异时，身边有熟悉的他们，跟随着，经历着那些世事，不论轰烈还是平淡，都皆令我如履薄冰，甘之如饴。
I believe, the character below the old practice that those characters constitute is to be able to laugh can be troubled by, of vivid. In chiliad, all ages, farther even place, we can encounter really. I remember, I have deep love for a character, so I encountered them, I have deep love for them, have deep love for a character like me. I imagine, drink one crock wine, consciousness is hazy, left the acoustical dog lubricious horse beside, the hubbub mixed signal of inaudible so much, forever, forever drunk in the character that has deep love for in me. Much better.
我从来相信，那些文字组成的故事下的人物都是会笑会闹，有血有肉的。在千年，万年，甚至更远的地方，我们会真的相遇吧。我从来记得，我热爱文字，所以我遇见了他们，我热爱他们，一如我热爱文字。我从来想象，饮一壶酒，意识朦胧间，离了身边的声犬色马，听不见这么多的尘嚣杂语，永远，永远醉倒在我热爱的文字里。多好。
I rejoice the thing with so good book exists, make me as if a person that do not know to put in the glean and collect scraps of place 's charge, during going, bag bag turns, looking attentively at those to destroy the dot that destroy chooses light obviously stealthily, pick up gently case, in putting a bosom, do not become aware light is besprent already all over. Also be buy of light put down gently probably in the bottom of the heart one horn, now and then see, carry case, make an age great dream that belongs to oneself.
我从来庆幸有书这么美好的事物存在，令我仿佛一个不知归处的拾荒者，走过期间，兜兜转转，悄悄注视着那些明明灭灭的点点光亮，轻轻拾起，揣着怀中，不觉光已撒满全身。也或许是轻轻放置在心底一角，偶尔望见，携起，做一场属于自己的春秋大梦。(文/李宜静)