星星你看看我 - Hey twinkle twinkle stars in the sky, look at me.

昨晚，试着抬头望着天际。真的是很美，有多美，至少从我的眼里，这片星空像是少女坚守一场从初恋相守到老的恋爱的眼神 - 闪烁的，坚定的却幻化的，带有历史感清爽；
也像是不思议庄园里的红酒，像是自然熟透掉落的葡萄，自我发酵在无形的旷野里，成为一片充满韵味的深色海洋，漾起的气泡在月光下泛起波澜 - 诱惑的，醇香的，却无法体会到是什么味道。

而在星空底下抬头望着的人，自诩有值得被看见的价值，以为脑袋里的星空足以用来揣摩这一片自然的鬼斧神工。
有一瞬间，我觉得这些耀眼的星星也许也在看着我 - 那该有多美好，被这般伟大的视线注视着。
而那一瞬间之后，我变得空落落 - 对于星星，我们只是蝼蚁，甚至小于蝼蚁，也许我们居住的家园星球在她们眼里也不过是蝼蚁。

Last night, was trying to raise my head and stare at the galaxy. That was wonderful. At least in my sight, this piece of galaxy is like the eyes of a lady who had a long long romantic relationship from the first love until the end of the life circle, these eyes - shinny, stable but shifting, with all the history created by emotions without herself realizing it;
This piece of galaxy also looks like the sea of wine in the wonderland grape garden, with the nature falling mature grapes, auto collected into the sweet water pond, the process of wine making let the pond having sliver bubbles shinny under the moonlight - tempting, but only can imagine the great aroma.

I am the person who was looking at the staring night, who claimed that might have personal value, who thought that brain is big enough to see through all these nature masterpieces.
For a second, I thought these stars were also looking at me - how wonderful it is, to be noticed by these great great creatures.
After that second, I feel extremly empty - for stars, maybe we are ants, even smaller than ants, maybe our mother planet is also just an ant in their eyes.

在星星有没有在看着我们这个问题中，我思考了一整晚。
不知道星星是怎么看我们的 - 世世代代轮流摧毁大大小小的树林湖泊，在地表铺了各种各样的地面取代了原本肥沃的土壤，用这些地面划分了密密麻麻的区域，在各个区域里造了各种各样的盒子；人类在千奇百怪的条形地面上驾驶各种各样铁皮疙瘩，排放各种各样的有毒气体；在奇形怪状地表盒子里进进出出哭哭笑笑，盒子有大有小，有的金碧辉煌，有的高耸入云，有的破旧不堪。
怪不得星星从来不发声音，他们一定已经对我们太无语了。从他们的角度看我们，我们的社会像极了蚂蚁建蚁巢。

In the question of "Are stars looking at us?", I was thinking the whole night.
I guess this is how stars look at us - destorying all kinds of lakes and forests era after era, making different floors instead of the origin rich muddy groud, using these floors to separate the surface of the earth piece by piece, and making different boxes all over these pieces; people driving all kinds of metal tiny bugs on all kinds of long long lining floors, letting diffeent kinds of poisonous smelly gases floating all over; and people go in and go out to and from all kinds of boxes, - some are small, some boxes are big, some are goldenly shinny, some are high high till the clouds, some are falling, some are as depressing as tombs.
No wonder stars never talk, they must be speechless to us. From the view of the eyes of the stars, our society are so likely to remind ant's palace.

所以在早晨，我很想去在找蚂蚁看看。至少可以体验一下星星的视角，看看脚底下的莫名其妙小社会。
我一直觉得蚂蚁们是井然有序奔波不停的，也是混乱的穿梭奔竞的，是占地夺食有破坏性的，是难以理解却有规律的。虽然它们有自己的庞大社会秩序，但是作为人类，我们看蚂蚁，就只是蚂蚁。
我们不了解那只雄蚁的苦衷，他在离开我们的视线之后就会死去，因为他刚刚和蚁后交配完，现在正赶去喝死前最后一口水；那只兵蚁并不是因为女权主义所以才去为了蚁后奋战的；那只工作蚁虽然长得很大，但是她也是没有繁殖能力的雌蚁。但终其所有，每只蚂蚁都有眼睛鼻子，偏差大不了几毫厘。
只是他们不像我们，不穿衣裳，也没有独立的能力。

我的思维里正为了蚂蚁社会头脑风暴着，也顺便在星星的视角里想了想人类。
也许她们看懂了人类社会的秩序。不不不，这太难了。在密密麻麻的区域里的密密麻麻的人类们各人都有各人秩序，有的区域里没有秩序，有的区域里没有人类，只有蝼蚁。这怎么可能被遥远的星星们看得懂呢。也许星星们只能看到混乱，看到纠缠在一起的人类，分不清是在打架还是在交流感情，毕竟对于她们来说我们渺小到看不清，纠缠在一起的我们是在打架还是交流感情 - 这取决于看着我们的星星的观念是乐观的还是悲观的，或也许在她们的价值观里打架和交流感情其实是一回事儿也不一定。
虽然我们人类高矮胖瘦美丑百态都有，但是我们真的是太太太渺小，星星也许并不在意今天的你穿了几万元的西装还是穿了几十元的大卖场特价便服，也不在意我们有几个眼睛几个嘴巴，鼻子有没有被整容医师美化过，是用的自体软骨移植还是玻尿酸半永久注射。也许她们看人类，就只是人类。
她们也不知道那个为家人勤奋了一生的妇女，在和子女交流感情的时候被30岁还在问家里要钱的儿子气死了；那个老汉是因为那位少年把自己的女儿当做了战利品所以才和他打架的；那群少女并不是因为有用不完的爱心才和各种各样的男人交流感情的。
她们更分不清是哪个已经快秃顶了的大叔造了不得了的高科技，将大铁块飞到宇宙里；看不懂为什么有的女人在大热天还要把全身的皮肤还有头发都用布头遮起来，而有的女人在大冬天光着腿抽着烟站在街上和铁疙瘩里的油腻男子有说不完的话。

So, in that morning, there was a strong desire driving me to look at some ants. At least I can experience the sight of stars towards us, look at a strange world under my feet.
I've always been thinking how much rules the ants world have, how much chaos can be made in the ants micro world, how much land the ants think they own. Although ants have their own way to rule a society, but as in our human's view, ants are ants - thats all.
We don't know if a male ant is happy or sad, it might just had sex with the ant queen, and going to die and leave our sight. Now he is runing to drink the last sip of water of his life; that fighting ant ain't fighting for feminism, that working ant working for the queen is not because they are females without ability to give birth. After all, all ants have eyes and noses, what's the difference between them, and how these matter.

My mind was brain storming for the ants, and by the way I thought about the human in the star's view.
Maybe they understand the rules of the human society. Oh no no no, that's too hard, too hard to understand. In all different areas, all different kinds of people are having all different kinds of rules, and some areas even don't have any rules, some areas just have ants only. How can these stars be located so far far away and see through all these. Maybe stars just can see the chaos, see the humans being together, and cannot tell they are fighting or bounding relationships - it depends which star is looking at us, and she is optimistic or pessimistic, or maybe in the view of these stars, fighting and bouding relationships are the same thing.
Although we human are tall, short, fat, skinny, pretty, ugly, being so small, too small to be seen by the stars. They might not be able to tell you are wearing the $10,000 suit or $10 promotion supermarket sports wear set; might not care how many eyes and ears we have; have the nose been cosmetic surguryed by which professor human face designer doctor, and using what kind of materia in that nose. Although we might always think we are special, in the view of the stars, human are human thats all.
They don't know that lady whose whole life was so busy with family has been killed by 30-year-old jobless son while they are exchanging feelings; they don't know the old man was fighting for his daughter because of that young man sees her as a suvinior and played her; and that group of girls are not relationships with these ugly dudes in the metal bugs on that dark dirty street for love.
They cannot tell which man build that awesome technoledger which made that piece of big big metal into space; they don't understand why some woman cover all the skins and their hair by clothes in the super hot summer and some woman are barly naked standing smoking cigerrate talking price with someone who doesn't seems very nice.

还好现在是白天，我突然不想要星星看到我了。
今晚我会躲在我的盒子里，不让星星看见我。

Now here is day time, suddenly, I feel that I don't really want to be seen by stars.
I will hide in my box tonight, the stars don't have to see me.