西川说:“把羊群赶下大海”。这是诗人的浪漫。我不敢。爹,更不会。羊,是我们的命。我们没见过大海,只一根筋地把羊群赶回家。家的门前有一条小河,河边是娘,暮色越来越近,洗衣的娘,把一个个日子搓洗得通透、清爽。羊认得娘。它们都像我的好兄弟。吃草的生灵,比一些吃肉的人懂得感恩。鞭子,轻一点。我们慢慢回家。最贫穷的家,也有一个羊圈。栏外开满野花。晚上月色干净。 Nishikawa said: “Get the sheep off the ocean.” This is the poet’s romance. I can not. Dad, not to mention it. Sheep, it is our life. We have not seen the sea, only a single place to go back to the sheep home. There is a river in front of the house, the river is the mother, the dusk is getting closer and closer, the laundry mother, one day scrub was transparent, refreshing. Sheep recognized her mother. They are like my good brothers. Grazing creatures appreciate gratitude more than those who eat meat. Whip, light. We go home slowly. The poorest home, there is also a sheepfold. Bar full of wild flowers outside. Moonlight at night clean.