A toy that 3 wool ever had recorded her in a book -- a contented makes puppet person be put in birdcage, reach a hand only to basket outside. He is ferocious, do not get freedom in birdcage. Every he is indicative longing breaks through the soul of the person that manacle.
三毛曾在一本书中记录过她的一件玩具——一个陶制木偶人被放在鸟笼里，只伸出一只手向笼外。他是狰狞的，在鸟笼中不得自由。他象征着每个渴望冲破束缚的人的灵魂。
We always feel this all around have a transparent protective screen, so that be when the late night,the meeting in our heart is pressing a heavy rock, so that be in a certain composition we can feel unbeknown hour ineffable angst, so that some time some engraves us to be able to feel confused, do not know to be in He Fang personally...
我们总感觉这四周有个透明的屏障，以至于在深夜时我们心中会压着一块沉石，以至于在某个不为人知的时刻我们会感到莫名的焦虑，以至于某时某刻我们会感到迷茫，不知身处何方……
That is the life, the prisoner's cage of the life.
那是生活，生活的囚笼。
Each whacked soul, they are the circumstances or style of departure on the road hasty, in stream sea of faces that works overtime desperately make money the person that raises the home. Change of their business suit is walked on, sit quietly at desk before, day after day, year answer duplicating as dry as a chip and drab job one year. when that wants to become astronaut, want to become teacher, big star, scientist, the child that misses piping, swarm was forced to blossom middleaged person of gray. But also somebody casts next packages to embrace a dream, they were tired of grown ash, they dare use the life and creation this pail never the paint of fade goes brushing up the world, interior freedom gave them rainbow.
一个个疲惫不堪的灵魂啊，他们是路上行色匆匆，人潮人海中那个拼命加班赚钱养家的人。他们西装革履，静坐于办公桌前，日复一日、年复一年重复着枯燥单调的工作。儿时那个想当宇航员，想当老师、大明星、科学家，想吹笛、爬树的孩子被迫长成了灰色的中年人。但也有人抛下包袱去拥抱梦想，他们厌倦了成年的灰，他们敢用生活与创造这桶永不退色的油漆去刷亮世界，心灵的自由给了他们彩虹。
The soul with each disconsolate hesitation, they are hill of the book in the school coils that wearing glasses of heavy heavy black casing boy that breathes desperately in the sea, each is then indefatigable, the child that buries the word that suffer from a back, the have not in those hands stops scribal, examination paper kept a piece of another piece student. They ever also were color, also want to have a different youth probably. They ever perhaps were having musical talent, can paint nice picture, the football is kicked wonderfully, dance appearance is elegant. But these just are sealed now those who be put in memory is old according to, it is the interior solace that jumps the travel before moving in book sea. But also Na Shushan coils the surfy teenager since agitate of sea mile do all one can, they have little probably traitorous, not quite good, but they dare try freedom. They just are future, because of them dare, those people that stand in peak are their future.
一个个彷徨惆怅的灵魂啊，他们是学校里书山卷海中拼命呼吸的那个戴着重重黑框眼镜的少年，那一个个不知疲倦、埋苦背单词的孩子，那些手中未曾停下抄写，试卷写了一张又一张的学子。他们也曾是彩色的，或许也想拥有一个不一样的青春。他们也许曾有着音乐天赋，会画好看的画，足球踢得精彩，舞姿优雅。但现在这些只是封存在记忆中的旧照，是在书海中跃动前行的心灵慰藉。但也有那书山卷海里奋力搅起浪花的少年，他们或许有一点点叛逆，不太乖，但他们敢去尝试自由。他们才是未来，因为他们敢，那些站在顶峰的人就是他们的未来。
Each aged and sickly soul, they are that sits in a twist in one's tongue old person on wheelchair. They are once architect, scholar, painter, be kneaded extremely ambiguously by years and life however now. They are the youths that once worked hard, engrave the child of suffering study, they have half-baked dream probably, but had struggled now without effort, can await that unfixed key hard only. But also somebody stills retain childlike, be over sixty years old seventy years of age is green still, they are great minds mature slowly nevertheless, years did not grind their edges and corners, just precipitate their beauty more greatly deeper, inside the pine that resembles Qing Yu in it is myriad annual ring. They are castiron at time manacle, soul is free. Smiling to recollect associate with, enemy of high position and great wealth, affection love hate vanishs completely, time gave them the answer, years is gone by the picture colour.
一个个苍老病弱的灵魂啊，他们是那个坐在轮椅上口齿不清的老人。他们是曾经的建筑师、学者、画家，现在却被岁月与生活揉得模糊不堪。他们是曾经努力工作的青年，刻苦学习的小孩，他们或许有未完成的梦想，但现在已经没有力气去挣扎，只能苦苦等待那把解脱的钥匙。但也有人童心未泯，年过花甲古稀仍然青春，他们不过是大器晚成，岁月没有磨掉他们的棱角，只是把他们的美沉淀得更深更深，像青郁的苍松内里是万千年轮。他们不屈于时间的束缚，魂灵是自由的。微笑着回忆过往，荣华富贵、爱恨情仇都烟消云散，时间给了他们答案，岁月被画出色彩。
If get freedom, I am the pike in sun hand, prospective flower will bloom, dawn is coming.
若得自由，我便是太阳手中的长矛，未来之花将盛开，黎明即将到来。
Although still be met,somebody is stranded the cage at the life, but agree the person of innovation, unwilling current situation can be in darkness search light. That ability is to win the home, they are pike, sooner or later meeting thorn breaks night, break cage, meet matutinal first sight of morning!
虽然仍会有人被困于生活的牢笼，但肯创新、不甘现状之人会在黑暗中寻找光明。那才是赢家，他们是长矛，总有一天会刺破黑暗，打破牢笼，迎接黎明的曙光！
The life that who does not have will be ideal all the time, but should look at ahead from beginning to end, be full of a hope can invincible.
没有谁的生活会一直完美，但要始终看着前方，满怀希望就能所向披靡。
Wish everybody can follow light, make light!
愿每个人都能跟着光，成为光！