苗红年诗两首
露 水
植物是有眼泪的
不知为什么,她们总喜欢在夜深人静的时候抱头哭泣
不言而喻,曙色如花期短促
那从滑梯一样弯曲的叶子上
坠落的泪水,还裹着淡淡哀伤的割舍
dew
Plants have tears
I don't know why, they always like to hold their heads and cry in the dead of night
It is self-evident that dawn is as short as flowering
From leaves that curve like slides
Falling tears, still wrapped in light sadness to give up
灯光
我打开书桌上的台灯,它给出了照耀
我打开书桌上的书籍,它给出了方向
我似乎不缺少些什么。噢
是专注与思索
还有最接近夜色:那一小撮隐匿于内心的静谧
Lamplight
I turned on the lamp on my desk and it shone
I opened the book on my desk and it gave me directions
I don't seem to want anything. Oh!
It's focus and thought
And the closest thing to night: the little quiet that lies within
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