思念一盏灯坐着,像我一样开放迷离的眼神。一支笔躺着,像我一样构思梦的情节。一页纸,是夜的河床。想一个人的时候,笔站起身,灯低下头。满纸泪在流。我知道,此时,你就在泪的上游。兵茔拒绝了小河流水,你选择了肃穆。静悄悄的坟茔,在阳光与月光的循环里,听松涛吹响号角。兵茔——消失了的兵营。灯光照亮松叶。守墓人关掉灯,松枝上的霜冻掉下来,哗啦一声。 Miss a lamp sitting, like me open blurred eyes. A pen lying, as I conceived the dream plot. A sheet of paper, is the river bed of the night. When I was thinking of someone, my pen stood up and my head lowered my head. Full of tears in the stream. I know, this time, you are in the upper reaches of tears. Soldier refused to stream creek, you choose solemn. Quiet tomb, in the cycle of sunshine and moonlight, listening to Songtao sounded the horn. Soldier’s Tomb - Vanished barracks. Lights illuminate the pine leaves. The cemetery turned off the lights, the pine branches fell off the frost, crashed loudly.