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摄影：唐月
一开始是雾，后来是霾，再后来是
烟火。这个下元节，能见度
始终很低，但这并不影响我们
看见自己，在烧香的、算命的、行乞的人
身上。而那树下的僧人只是弹了弹
僧衣上的灰，树上的枯叶便眼泪一样
扑簌簌落了下来
◎ Seeing in Miaofa Zen Temple
by Tang Yue
At first it was fog, then haze, and finally
Smoke and fire. This Xia Yuan Festival, visibility is
Always low, but it doesn't affect us
Seeing ourselves, on the people burning incense, telling fortune
Or begging. And when the monk under the tree just flicked
The ash on his robe, the withered leaves fell down with a rustling sound
Like tears
——鲁侠客
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世界并不常常温柔，而你，总会被爱的。
The poem for you.
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