我梦见你了,连续三个晚上。这次你来了,风尘仆仆来参加一个泥地里的露天音乐狂欢。你穿了一件质地还不错的猎衫,一同带来的还有大得要命的拖拉机和有肮脏豹纹座套的摩托车。我们坐在屋顶抽烟,看往年的同学们逐个从烟囱和滴雨的管道上爬下来面带笑容。我们眼神厮缠,用手捕捉一些虚无的风,捏出两只高脚杯,将风灌进杯子,我们痛饮,不停地有往昔朋友们跌落在我们身旁,他们纷纷面带笑容。这是个泥地里的狂欢,夜空上放燃着白色的孔明灯,一些不明所以的歌手在离我们四五栋楼那么远的地方高歌、跳跃,这是在屋顶,却无比的泥泞,天上往下掉着泥巴,我们把手插进衣服 I dreamed of you for three consecutive nights. This time you come, busy schedule to participate in a muddy open-air music orgy. You wear a nice texture of the hunting shirt, together with the deadliest tractor and dirty leopard seat cover motorcycle. We sat on the roof smoking, looking past students one by one from the chimney and dripping pipe down and smiling. We look closely, hand to capture some of the nothingness of the wind, pinch out two goblets, the wind into the cup, we drank, keep past friends fell over us, they have a smile. This is a muddy carnival, the night sky was lit with white lanterns, some unknown singer so far away from our four or five buildings singing, jumping, it is on the roof, but extremely muddy, heaven and earth down Drop the mud, we put his hand into the clothes