,只鸟。抖落了 雪,抖落了寒冷和死寂 飞上天空 白云轻轻地 擦拭着它柔嫩的双翅 翩翩的是肉体,还有 思想。自由地飞: 自在地歌唱 一座山。细细地妆扮 世界,妆扮春天 草绿了,叶青了 不知名的花儿开在崖巅 小径扭身藏进大山的怀抱里、 砍柴人再也找不到;几 冬季歇脚的地方 一条河 , bird. Shake off the snow and shake off the cold and dead silence. Fly to the sky The white cloud gently wipes its tender double wings. It is flesh and thought. Freedom to fly: Sing a mountain freely. Carefully dressed in the world, dressed in spring green grass, Ye Qing, an unknown flower opened in the cliff path twisted into the arms of the mountains, the woodman can no longer be found; a few places to rest in winter River