在春天的末尾，沿着天目溪漂流
老船工站在木筏尾，晃悠悠的时光
仿佛从喧闹的城市漂流到过去的宁静里去。水没有声音，山巍巍地立着。一回头，山在远去，水在漂流，霞光依然浸润在遥远的天际。
好美好美的画面。
如时光一样静静地流走，远去。时光如此。待回头，如云霞与山水一样美丽的时光。
不见了，被山遮住了。那一段美丽的时光永远没有了。无数的人从那里走过，又消失了，经历着不同的际遇。
很小很小的时候，是梳着羊角辩的小宝宝，柔柔地躺在妈妈怀里。漂走的美丽时光。妈妈用美丽的眼神注视着我。心里没有恨，没有争，如同云霞与溪水一样美和宁静。
我沿着溪水漂流，静静地思索远方的一个人。他用明亮的眼睛含笑地注视着我，使我忘记了一切恐惧和无奈。我思念着一个人，在已经漂走的时光里。可是我又漂到了这里。远方的他如同山峰上的飞鸟一样不可求。再见时已不是原来的他，因为我们无法找回过去时光。
漂到了一处“外婆家”。这是漂流的终点，又好像是生命的起点。曾对那一段宁静的时光回眸一笑。原来一切都是旅者的漂流时光。
Drifting Times along a stream
At the end of a spring, rafting along a stream
The old sculler was stood at the tip of the raft, the rippling times
As if I was rafting from the chaotic cities to the peace of the past. Soundless water, and the mountains stood firmly around. Looking back, the mountains were ambling, water was flowing and sunrays immersed in the remote rim of heaven.
A beautiful image.
Water streamed as time passed. Looking back, the times radiate among soft clouds.
Invisible times, shaded by mountain ridges. The beautiful time and space glowed in momentary hues. Countless people streamed off, etching their impressions in the passage of mind.
As a baby with two short handles and a pair of dark eyes...
Lying in Mum’s embrace softly, in tranquility...
A beautiful time drifted...
Mum was gazing at me youthfully and beautifully. No hatred or struggles in the mind, as peaceful as the clouds and streams.
I drifted along the streams, missing a person in the remote place. He was looking at me smilingly with his bright eyes, soothing me of anxiety. I miss him, in the drifting time. But I had drifted here. In a remote time-space he is as unapproachable as a flying bird on the mountain peak. If we were to meet in the future he would not be whom I now remember, because both of us can’t ever trace the past time.
Drift to “Grandmother’s Home”. This was the end of rafting, but the beginning point of life. I had looked back and smiled at the peaceful times...
The drifting times of a traveler...
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