时光披散着长发,隐形,潜伏在人体内部。时光用无形装扮自己,但不是虚构;时光切实存在于细胞、血管、神经、关节、五脏、六腑,我们的魂灵因它而存在。我们在时光的皮肤上随心任意地绘画、写字、读书;四季农时,在它的嘱托下种植和收割庄稼;在岁末的鞭炮声中,收拾起一年的命运。时光不冷不热地与我们相处,它让我们的双脚交替行进、踩踏,直到走出一条道路。时光的沙滩上,留下我们无数的脚印,留下我们点点滴滴的血、汗、生命的痕迹。 Time flutter with long hair, invisible, lurking in the human body. Time flies invisible, but not fiction; time really exists in cells, blood vessels, nerves, joints, internal organs, internal organs, and our souls exist because of it. We are free to draw, write and read books on the skin of our time. We grow and harvest crops under its command during the four seasons of farming. We have taken away the fate of the year from the firecrackers at the end of the year. Time gets along with us, it makes our feet alternate, stampede, until out of a road. Time on the beach, leaving us countless footprints, leaving us bit by bit blood, sweat, traces of life.