旋转着,夏天迎来白色的昆虫像雪,又不是雪。乌黑的睫毛,每一次呼吸夏天迎来更多的明亮———旋转着,美丽的玻璃水杯,这座湖泊就静止在它底部。湖上,莲花交融着,被风吹动的人发光———沿湖的松林,黄昏时棕黄的茅舍。一艘船穿过玻璃杯壁,撞击干涸的沙滩远远地,是人的鸣叫?还是— Spinning, summer usher in white insects like snow, not snow. Black eyelashes, every breath summer usher in more bright --- rotating, beautiful glass cups, the lake is still at its bottom. The lake, the lotus blend, the person who is blown by the wind glows - the pine forest along the lake, the yellow-brown hut at dusk. A ship crosses the wall of a glass and hits a dry, sandy beach far away, is a tweet of man or is it -