一个普通的冬日/在北温带。一个并不富强的国度/康康/你降生在一个诗人家庭父亲给予你的空间被书切割/我的爱都排成铅字四处游荡/康康/书架上满满站着父亲的肋骨赤裸裸来去是生命的本质/一出生你与我便产生了共鸣/儿啊/你每一个皱褶都那么自然/不像我,被阳光揉疼的纹路/一直爬进了心脏诗是无法卖的/还有灵魂/父亲的良知扎入黄土深层/翻开看/满是地球的血肉 An ordinary winter / in the north temperate. A not strong country / kangkang / you born in a poet family dad gave you the space to be cut by the book / my love all lined up in a row around the can / kangkang / bookshelf full of father’s ribs naked Is the essence of life / a birth you resonate with me / children ah / every wrinkle is so natural / unlike me, the lines of the sun rubbing pain / has been crawling into the heart of the poem is not sold / also A soul / father conscience into loess deep / open to see / full of flesh and blood of the earth