一公元1097年的天空是怎样的呢?我指的是海南。孤悬海外的一个岛,像一个被关在家门外的落拓弃儿,漫无边际的海水箍出貌似柔软却比岩石更坚硬的边界,路延伸到这里戛然断了,不再通向远方,仅能够年复一年默默眺望,望断夏水春水冬水以及浩荡秋水。那一年七月,苏轼必须继续向南。从汴州到惠州再到海南的儋州,家越来越远,步履越来越沉重。老了,风刮动稀疏的胡子。老汉贵庚?六十有二了啊!背已经佝偻,四肢已经僵 What is the sky of a year 1097? I mean Hainan. A lonely island, like a desertion trapped outside its home, is bound by a seemingly softer but more rigid boundary than the boundless sea, and the road stretches here abruptly, no longer to the distance, Year after year silently overlooking, looking out of the spring water and winter water and mighty autumn water. That year in July, Su Shi must continue south. From Pizhou to Huizhou and then to Hainan Zhuozhou, home farther and farther, walking more and more heavy. Old, windy sparse beard. Old man Gui Geng? There are two out there! Back has been shame, limbs have been stiff