秋天的一个中午,诗人于坚慢慢地走在青海玉树藏族自治州扎多县扎那日根山的某处,这可能是他一生中离一条大河的源头最近的一次。他没有像电视里的探险队抵达目标时那样欢呼雀跃着奔跑过去,本来他也想那样做,把围巾、衣服之类的抛向天空,但目前他的体力仅够他一小步 On a noon autumn, the poet slowly walked somewhere in Zanah Hill, Zadow County, Yushu Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Qinghai Province, probably the closest of his life to a source of great river. He did not cheer up like the expeditions on television had run, and he would have liked to do the same, throwing scarves, clothes and the like to the sky, but at the moment he is physically fit for only a small step