思念,没入黑夜。一些草木,发出生长的声音。时间越来越瘦,挤出了门缝。寂寞的风突然呐喊,窗户透出亮光。长年累月,老榆树站在村口守望,雨中,淋湿的树干张开粗糙的口,依然保持着安静。即使靠村庄再近,也无处安放我的思念。绿意欲滴的青草,弹拨着一曲曲忧伤的歌,宛如梦,在亦真亦幻中徜徉。 Miss, into the dark night. Some vegetation, the sound of growth. Time getting thinner, squeezed out the door. Suddenly crying lonely wind, the window reveals the light. Over the years, the old Elm standing watch at the entrance to the village, rain, wet trunk open rough mouth, still quiet. Even by the village again, there is nowhere to put my thoughts. Green grass dripping grass, plucked a sad song, like a dream, in the true and illusory 徜 徜.