山野人家常年蜗居在城市缺少阳光的楼层里,按部就班的日子和匆促细碎的节奏,让时序模糊、生活蒙尘、激情消褪、目光黯淡,活着的理由是那么赤裸、直截、功利,有谁还在时时拷问生命的真谛?拍打昏睡麻木的灵魂?多少回,我凭窗远眺,婆罗科努山就横亘在我的眼前,青灰的山体光秃秃的总是被烟尘或者雾霭半遮半掩,留给我的印象是威严、冷漠和神秘,缺乏生命的气息。婆罗科努山对于我来说一直是一个谜。我在离它脚下不远的一个小城生活了几十年,时常凝视它 Mountain perennial dwelling in the city lack of sunshine on the floor, step by step and hurriedly broken rhythm, so that the timing fuzzy, life dust, passion fade, dim eyes, alive reason is so naked, straightforward, utilitarian, who is still From time to time to torture the true meaning of life? Beat the sleepy numbness of the soul? How many times, I look out the window, Borobudur Mountain lie in my eyes, the dark gray mountain is always covered with smoke or haze, leaving My impression is majesty, indifference and mystery, lack of breath of life. Borobudur Hill has always been a mystery to me. I lived in a small town not far from its foot for decades, staring at it often