雨描成蓝色,雪变回橙色。我们关灯,剥落自己的影子。天晴了,穿一双鞋子出门,大地滚烫又冰冷。把用过的月亮还给太阳,于是,每天都是新鲜的。找来另一双鞋子时,穿着的一双已经很破旧了,在爱人面前,磨坏了词组的暖色涮。啃着早起的光,我喂养黄昏的大树和小窝,握住城市五彩的猜拳辞令。 The rain turns blue, and the snow turns orange. We turn off the lights and peel off our own shadow. Fine weather, wear a pair of shoes to go out, the earth hot and cold. The used moon is returned to the sun, so every day is fresh. When I got another pair of shoes, the pair of worn ones were very old and shabby, before the lover, worn out the warmth of the phrase. Gnawing the light of the early risers, I feed the trees and nest at dusk, holding the city multicolored guessing words.