蚂蚁蚂蚁我写下的每一个字,就是一只蚂蚁。一滴滴黑色的墨迹,在黑夜的空气里爬行。它们终于从我的诗句里爬出,一只,两只,一群。它们个头小脚步轻,不会打扰谁的梦,无须躲避星星的芒刺。因为渺小被忽视,因为卑微无惧身后的箭簇。因为我们是兄弟,它们走路也像我。内心忐忑,战战兢兢。因为我们都在追逐,永远只差一 Ants Ant I write down every word, is an ant. A drop of black ink, crawling in the air of the night. They finally climbed out of my verse, one, two, a group. They are small step by step, who will not disturb the dream, no need to avoid the prick of the stars. Because neglect is overlooked because of humble arrows behind clusters. Because we are brothers, they walk like me. Shy inner heart, trembling. Because we are chasing, always one difference