初夏的黎明,鸟儿的声音似曾相识叫醒来历不明的梦境认识我的鸟儿,我已陌生那些落叶和花瓣凌空而下如同思想都有逆向生长的触须岁月逆流而上来到童年的田埂鸟鸣往往踩在赤脚上惊醒喜欢起早的炊烟香满山村是的,我早已陌生了这样的鸟语阳台上没有水田,自然没有发芽的谷粒更长不出高粱、稻米和麦地 The dawn of early summer, the sound of birds A familiar dream Wake up Unknown dreams Know my birds, I have been unfamiliar Those leaves and petals fall to the sky As the mentally retarded growth of the tentacles Years upstream Upward to childhood Step on barefoot wake up like the morning of the smoke of incense Manchurian Yes, I have long been strange birds such as no paddy fields on the balcony, naturally not germinated grains longer than sorghum, rice and corn