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春天的夜空春天的夜空,是一件黑单衣,漏着星星细密的针眼。月亮通过我的眼睛俯视大地,寻觅地里稀疏的火种,寻觅草丛中五颜六色的小漩涡,寻觅一阵小东风,寻觅一朵花温暖的笑容,寻觅一块石头的心跳……一块石头,一块矗立不动的石头,面朝月光的一面,表情凝重地呆望着:一株老槐树,恒久不变地坚守在那里。春夜沉寂,我走在越来越深的草丛里。风越刮越大,月色越来越浓,在风中,我的身体越来越轻。身后,一串跟来的脚印,蓄满露水和泪
The night sky in spring The night sky in spring is a black uniformed, leaky pinhole. The moon looks down upon the earth through my eyes, searching for sparse fire in the ground, looking for colorful little swirls in the grass, looking for a little easterly, searching for a flower’s warm smile and looking for the heart of a stone ... a stone and a standing still Stone, facing the moonlight side, staring blankly: an old locust tree, standing there permanently. Spring night quiet, I walk in the deeper and deeper grass. Wind more and more scraping, moonlight more and more concentrated, in the wind, my body more and more light. Behind, a series of footprints, filled with dew and tears