在四姑娘山的雨幕里,我们只是一匹匹来去匆匆的马,在乱石上敲出一些声音的花朵,就消散去了,连点声音都没有。 在四姑娘山的雨幕里,我们听着万千种声音的交响,甚至于这世界只有声音的奇妙的组合而没有其他,包括我们自己。 但我们仰望着四姑娘山,我们在仿佛从来就没有停过的雨幕里,想象着四姑娘山如莲花般开落的容颜。她一定净净洁洁地伫立在雪域里,在 In the rain of the Siguniang Mountain, we were just horses in a hurry, knocking out the flowers of some sound on the rock, and disappeared without any sound. In the rain of Mt. Siguniang we hear the symphony of thousands of voices, even the fantastic combination of sounds in this world without any other, including ourselves. But we looked up at Siguniang Mountain, and we seemed to have never stopped the rain, imagining the appearance of Siguniang Mountain as a lotus-like flower. She must stand neatly and cleanly in the snowy field