Dust 尘埃

《Dust Settled》 by Alai,read it  many years ago,appeared in dream yesterday morning.

“Silly” young master owned wise soul,Tibetan beauty had beautiful mind,the valley was carpeted with poppies-hanging Damox's sword...love and hatred stories occurred in the Tibetan village …it was a land of beauty,also of danger.

About to wake up，dreamvillage became empty，only dust in the air remained. It was a land of emptiness,silence,and immense solitude.What was grasped in hand?Nothing. Nothing could be taken away or left behind. Village standing there silently ushered in a new era.

Life is like dust,surely.

多年前读过阿来的《尘埃落定》，昨晨又在梦里出现。

聪慧的“傻”少爷，美丽良善淳朴的藏家姑娘，满山遍野的罂粟花－悬空之剑…爱恨情仇在这藏寨中…这是一片大美之地，也危险。

半醒间，梦中城寨空了，只余下一粒粒尘埃飘浮空中。空旷，寂静，这土地承着无边孤寂。手中抓住了什么？空無。带不走，留不下。寨子无声伫立在那里，迎来新的时代。

人生本如尘。