回家,吃饭宁静,像她,有着宽阔的额头,足够晚霞在上面种花。忙碌了整整一天。他躺着,在谷草垛里,一动不动,疲惫至极的手,搁在胸口。心,像草莓,轻轻地跳动,酸里呀带着甜。天色,渐渐暗下来了。她喊他,声音温暖,使树林让出一条路,回家。星星,像一群孩子,围拢来,闻着饭菜的香。 Going home, eating quiet, like her, with a broad forehead, enough to sunset flowers planted above. Busy for a whole day. He lay, in the valley haystack, motionless, exhausted hand, resting on his chest. Heart, like strawberries, gently beat, sour with sweet. The sky, gradually dark. She shouted at him, warm voice, so that the woods give way, go home. Stars, like a group of children, surrounded and smelling the fragrance of food.