想起了泸沽湖,脑海浮现了14年前,在回程飞机上,匆匆在座前一小垃圾袋上留下了一首別情依依的旧诗和一首后来加上的歌(见本文末注解之后): The Last Hope : A poetic vision My soul sinks When boarding to fly hom•e My heart is still dancing To the tunes of High Plateau songs (note1) Sung from the heart There is nothing before me But the vision of Lugu Lake (note2) The sweet air, the smile Of the lake water, the islands Stand still in the middle of the lake Sun rises and set, colour changes In tandem with ripple flow The grey mystical islands Seem too shy to see the world in the morning As they turn out, with a twist of time, a bold face shines in light yellow and brown in the evening --- Ah! A glass of red wine (n3) quickens My pulse to the changing scenes I hear nothing It seems my soul is parting my body ---- A sudden turbulence shakes my wine My soul shaken, sunk and merged With the Mosuo (n4) spirit, the human soul In its purest form free from The worldly gains I sink with the turbulence (n5) Free from sorrow and aching joy Is it a vision? Oh ...