The sky was very square and blue, in the endless green rice plain, like the changeable blue crystal under the night lamp, which made people feel mysterious, but not so deep as to be like a book with words. Some books have words, some don't. For me, a book without characters is easier to understand and more informative. To read the word heaven needs a first class wisdom, to read no heaven, you need a first class heart. The book I read that afternoon was an open blue book with no cover. On the bicycle, look left, look right, look up, look down, but not between the lines. The book is called The Sky.

Blue makes me feel good. It makes me laugh. And the clouds in the far horizon, I yearn for, let me want to run.

Blue sky and white clouds, has always been the nature of the most lively, beautiful dress, like a love of freedom of the young, of course, also very enthusiastic. Every time I see such a bright blue sky and white clouds whispering in the plain, my heart suddenly brightened...

There was no sunshine that day, and the sky was tender with mystery. And clouds, that's the temptation. Round, like a head into the sun's arms, with particles of gold powder. The mountains and clouds of the horizon simply embrace the sun into the soft bosom, and a layer of gauzy golden-yellow soil surrounds the clouds...

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If the blue sky is a book without words, clouds must be footnotes without words. And the language of my fast tracks on the road is a newly published observation. The sky is painted in a changing blue, the clouds are painted in a clean way, and then given to my eyes to print, we are all narrating a Kuafu story, the ancient but young myth.

I have read this book without words.

Love the sky ever since. No matter where and when, always offer my comfortable laughter and greeting eyes.

Later, my walking posture changed, head down, ignore everything. Too much of the world, my heart is full. I seldom care about the sky anymore. At that time, I almost no longer read cloud, once, I thought she was poetry herder. Nor do I inquire for the news of the season. Once, I envied her to be a vagabond in heaven. Her bag should have a lot of imagination and not combined with the story, and I am no longer love to listen to the story of the young. No one can understand the look in the eyes of the clouds......

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... The fading light, struggling to come out in the sky...

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So, I think of Kuafu, think he is so close to me. I listened to the sound of the blood running in my body, and felt a wild life force, whistling in my heart, said to occupy the whole spring.

So, head held high, greeting the sky, pointing to play every day dust, pull clouds wipe bright sun. From now on, the sky will be my blue laurel wreath with the sun.

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天空大大方方的藍(lán)著，在無(wú)際的綠稻平原上，就像夜晚燈下變化多端的藍(lán)色晶體，讓人覺(jué)得神秘，可還不至于深不可測(cè)到像一本有字。天書(shū)有的有字，有的沒(méi)字。對(duì)我而言，無(wú)字天書(shū)是比較好懂而且內(nèi)容豐富些。讀有字天書(shū)需要一等的智慧，讀無(wú)天書(shū)，則需要一等的心。那天下午我讀的是一本全開(kāi)藍(lán)底沒(méi)有封面的無(wú)字天書(shū)。踩著腳踏車，左看、右看、上看、下看，反正沒(méi)有字里行間。書(shū)名叫《天空》。

?藍(lán)色令我心曠神怡，讓我想笑。而遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)天邊堆垛的云朵，則我向往，讓我想跑。

?藍(lán)的天空與白的云，向來(lái)是大自然最活潑、亮麗的打扮，像個(gè)熱愛(ài)自由的少年，當(dāng)然也十分熱情。每次看到那么亮藍(lán)的天空與潔白的云在平原之上耳語(yǔ)時(shí)，我的心情就倏地開(kāi)朗起來(lái)……

?那天看不見(jiàn)陽(yáng)光，天空帶著神秘的溫柔。而云，那真是誘惑。一團(tuán)團(tuán)的，像一頭扎進(jìn)太陽(yáng)的懷里般，沾著粒粒金粉。天邊成群的山云云海，則干脆把太陽(yáng)摟入軟綿綿的懷里，云端四周就多了一層薄紗似的泛金 黃色的壤邊……

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?如果，藍(lán)天是一本無(wú)字天書(shū)，云必是無(wú)字的腳注。而我急速的車痕譯云的語(yǔ)言于路面上則是最新出版的注疏。天空以變幻的藍(lán)色鋪敘，云以干凈的手法描繪，然后交給我的眼睛去印刷，我們都在敘述一個(gè)夸父的故事，那個(gè)古老卻任年輕的神話。

?我讀懂了這一本無(wú)字天書(shū)。

?從此熱愛(ài)天空。無(wú)論何地何時(shí)，總獻(xiàn)上我舒暢的笑聲與問(wèn)候的眼神。

?后來(lái)，我的走姿變了，低著頭，不理一切。凡塵太多，把我的心房占得客滿。我很少再去關(guān)切天空。那時(shí)候，我?guī)缀醪辉僮x云，曾經(jīng)，我認(rèn)為她是詩(shī)的放牧者。也不在殷殷探詢季節(jié)的消息，曾經(jīng)，我羨慕她是天庭的流浪漢。她的行囊里該有許許多多想象與沒(méi)結(jié)合著的故事，而我不再是愛(ài)聽(tīng)故事的少年。沒(méi)有人能懂么望云的眼神……

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?……時(shí)滅時(shí)顯的光線，在天空中掙脫著要出來(lái)……

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于是，我想起夸父，覺(jué)得他與我是如此親近。我聆聽(tīng)那血液里在我體內(nèi)竄流的聲音，并感受到有一股蠻不講理的生命力，在我的心里呼嘯著，說(shuō)要霸占整個(gè)春天。

于是，昂首，問(wèn)候天空，伸指彈去每天塵埃，扯云朵拭亮太陽(yáng)。從今起，這萬(wàn)里長(zhǎng)空，將是我鑲著太陽(yáng)的湛藍(lán)桂冠。

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一直都覺(jué)得這一章挺好的，出自于簡(jiǎn)嫃的《水問(wèn)》，很早以前買過(guò)的了（前面有一章關(guān)于她句子的收集)，說(shuō)天空我第一個(gè)想到的就是她的作品，但是昨天比較忙，她的書(shū)和文字對(duì)我來(lái)說(shuō)有很大的形象，也讓我的作品風(fēng)格有了很大的改動(dòng)。

下面原文我拍了圖，整章的都在下面了。