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那是很久以前的诗人和很久以前的诗,带着旧时光的痕迹,语言朴实,当我轻声朗诵这首诗时,阳光是晃动的,一瞬间,我意识到,已经是那么久远的年代,这个不知名的诗人应该不在人世了。也许他现在正躺在哪个安静的墓园,墓园旁边可能正开着朴素的小花——甚至没有人知道它们开放过,可他呢喃过的诗句却穿越时空飘入我的脑海。不知名的沉默的诗人,把斑斓的诗歌碎片塞满我的脑海,当夏季的日光这样柔和地流逝着的时候,心里的那些小忧郁像一杯热茶。一百多个夏天无声地从你浅唱的歌谣里缓缓流逝,那些情愫还浅浅地飘荡在风里,被人轻声吟唱。
It was a long time ago poet and a long time ago poem, with traces of the old days, simple language, when I read the poem softly, the sun is shaking, a moment, I realized, is so long era, This unknown poet should not be dead Maybe he is lying in a quiet cemetery now, next to the cemetery may be open simple flowers - even no one knows they are open, but his whispering verses through time and space into my mind. The unknown silent poet clutches glittering pieces of poetry to my mind. As the summer sun so softly passes, the little melancholy in my heart resembles a cup of hot tea. Over a hundred summer quietly from your shallow singing songs slowly passing, those feelings also shallow floating in the wind, was softly singing.