倚在客栈的朱门旁,我的眼里含着融化一冬积雪的深情。一棵期盼春天的老树,与我一起在河畔静静伫望。我是这儿的过客,却守着一间古旧的屋子,让光阴把我化身为主人。看它的粉墙黛瓦,触摸它沧桑的容颜,——有一天,我的容颜也会如此吧?我的手指带着温热,尽管它并没有知觉。它像你。可你不像它,并不在我伸手可及之处。脱了漆的廊柱,是谁遗失在岁月里的爱 Leaning on the inn next to the door, my eyes contain melting a winter snow affectionate. An old tree looking forward to the spring, with me quietly nestled in the river. I am a passer here, but guarding an old house, so that time I turned into a master. Look at its pink wall, touch it vicissitudes of the face, - One day, my face will be the case? My finger with a warm, though it is not aware. It is like you. But you do not like it, not in my reach. Off the painted porch, who lost the love in the years