必须穿过碎片,才能抵达风中的巢穴。闪烁的光,涌动的河水,还有星星呈现的方向。站在石桥的中间,我俯身在一条河流之上。河岸上的风景,因为春天的血统而生动。音乐在花幵的节奏中沉沦;记忆隐含伤口,沉淀在湿淋淋的倒影中,从不言说。雨水带着节气的承诺,冲洗着沉思中的词语。叶子在光亮中摆动,给河流加上条纹。只有梦,怀抱釉彩的种子。在转身中停顿。我站立成树,在风中松驰,并想象自身灵 Must pass through the debris in order to reach the nest in the wind. Flashing light, surging river, and the direction of the stars. Standing in the middle of the stone bridge, I leaned over a river. The scenery on the river bank is vivid because of the spring’s blood. The music sinks in the flowering pace; memories implicate the wounds, settling in wet reflection, never to say. Rain with solar terms promises to flush the words of contemplation. The leaves swirled in the light, adding stripes to the river. Only dreams, glazed seeds. Pause in the turn I stand as a tree, relax in the wind, and imagine myself