天空（2）

The sky was very square and blue, in the endless green rice plain, like the changeable blue crystal under the night lamp, which made people feel mysterious, but not so deep as to be like a book with words. Some books have words, some don't. For me, a book without characters is easier to understand and more informative. To read the word heaven needs a first class wisdom, to read no heaven, you need a first class heart. The book I read that afternoon was an open blue book with no cover. On the bicycle, look left, look right, look up, look down, but not between the lines. The book is called The Sky.

Blue makes me feel good. It makes me laugh. And the clouds in the far horizon, I yearn for, let me want to run.

Blue sky and white clouds, has always been the nature of the most lively, beautiful dress, like a love of freedom of the young, of course, also very enthusiastic. Every time I see such a bright blue sky and white clouds whispering in the plain, my heart suddenly brightened...

There was no sunshine that day, and the sky was tender with mystery. And clouds, that's the temptation. Round, like a head into the sun's arms, with particles of gold powder. The mountains and clouds of the horizon simply embrace the sun into the soft bosom, and a layer of gauzy golden-yellow soil surrounds the clouds...

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If the blue sky is a book without words, clouds must be footnotes without words. And the language of my fast tracks on the road is a newly published observation. The sky is painted in a changing blue, the clouds are painted in a clean way, and then given to my eyes to print, we are all narrating a Kuafu story, the ancient but young myth.

I have read this book without words.

Love the sky ever since. No matter where and when, always offer my comfortable laughter and greeting eyes.

Later, my walking posture changed, head down, ignore everything. Too much of the world, my heart is full. I seldom care about the sky anymore. At that time, I almost no longer read cloud, once, I thought she was poetry herder. Nor do I inquire for the news of the season. Once, I envied her to be a vagabond in heaven. Her bag should have a lot of imagination and not combined with the story, and I am no longer love to listen to the story of the young. No one can understand the look in the eyes of the clouds......

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... The fading light, struggling to come out in the sky...

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So, I think of Kuafu, think he is so close to me. I listened to the sound of the blood running in my body, and felt a wild life force, whistling in my heart, said to occupy the whole spring.

So, head held high, greeting the sky, pointing to play every day dust, pull clouds wipe bright sun. From now on, the sky will be my blue laurel wreath with the sun.

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天空大大方方的蓝着，在无际的绿稻平原上，就像夜晚灯下变化多端的蓝色晶体，让人觉得神秘，可还不至于深不可测到像一本有字。天书有的有字，有的没字。对我而言，无字天书是比较好懂而且内容丰富些。读有字天书需要一等的智慧，读无天书，则需要一等的心。那天下午我读的是一本全开蓝底没有封面的无字天书。踩着脚踏车，左看、右看、上看、下看，反正没有字里行间。书名叫《天空》。

​蓝色令我心旷神怡，让我想笑。而远远天边堆垛的云朵，则我向往，让我想跑。

​蓝的天空与白的云，向来是大自然最活泼、亮丽的打扮，像个热爱自由的少年，当然也十分热情。每次看到那么亮蓝的天空与洁白的云在平原之上耳语时，我的心情就倏地开朗起来……

​那天看不见阳光，天空带着神秘的温柔。而云，那真是诱惑。一团团的，像一头扎进太阳的怀里般，沾着粒粒金粉。天边成群的山云云海，则干脆把太阳搂入软绵绵的怀里，云端四周就多了一层薄纱似的泛金 黄色的壤边……

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​如果，蓝天是一本无字天书，云必是无字的脚注。而我急速的车痕译云的语言于路面上则是最新出版的注疏。天空以变幻的蓝色铺叙，云以干净的手法描绘，然后交给我的眼睛去印刷，我们都在叙述一个夸父的故事，那个古老却任年轻的神话。

​我读懂了这一本无字天书。

​从此热爱天空。无论何地何时，总献上我舒畅的笑声与问候的眼神。

​后来，我的走姿变了，低着头，不理一切。凡尘太多，把我的心房占得客满。我很少再去关切天空。那时候，我几乎不再读云，曾经，我认为她是诗的放牧者。也不在殷殷探询季节的消息，曾经，我羡慕她是天庭的流浪汉。她的行囊里该有许许多多想象与没结合着的故事，而我不再是爱听故事的少年。没有人能懂么望云的眼神……

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​……时灭时显的光线，在天空中挣脱着要出来……

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于是，我想起夸父，觉得他与我是如此亲近。我聆听那血液里在我体内窜流的声音，并感受到有一股蛮不讲理的生命力，在我的心里呼啸着，说要霸占整个春天。

于是，昂首，问候天空，伸指弹去每天尘埃，扯云朵拭亮太阳。从今起，这万里长空，将是我镶着太阳的湛蓝桂冠。

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一直都觉得这一章挺好的，出自于简嫃的《水问》，很早以前买过的了（前面有一章关于她句子的收集)，说天空我第一个想到的就是她的作品，但是昨天比较忙，她的书和文字对我来说有很大的形象，也让我的作品风格有了很大的改动。

下面原文我拍了图，整章的都在下面了。