三月。春寒锁住河水的腰。流动的灵魂被按倒在久久不化的冰层上凝固山峦的目光静止。早该飞回的候鸟忘了归期病态笼罩冻土.诗人醉得一塌糊涂北风已著完了代表一个轮回的书却迟迟不肯死去,一再地嘲讽、抨击这稚嫩而又畸型的春天妄图篡改上苍的定数这个季节.我只收到了关于疾病和 March. Spring cold lock the waist of the river. The flowing soul is pressed and rests upon the frozen ice of the long frozen glacier. The migratory birds who flew back had forgotten that the poet was deadly in the frozen soil, and the poet was drunk in a complete mess. The north wind was over. On behalf of a reincarnated book, he refused to die. Repeatedly ridiculed and criticized this immature and abnormal spring attempt to tamper with God The season was fixed. I only received about the disease and