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The plane hit me
Being taken by surprise,
I was seized with a panic.
When the plane was nosing down,
A dark idea flashed through me.
I was safe and sound,
While the plane had bad luck.
It’s but a little bird, of course,
In the wind, with its feathers shining.
With the eye-sight, I seized her
To see if she was dying.
But with its wings flapping,
Into the blue sky she’s flying.
It seemed she’s smiling cunning,
As if it were glorious sunset glow.
Did she want to give me a hint,
Or rather, make friends with me?
There’s a bright curve in faraway sky,
Stringing the flowers one after another.
Was she the friend in my childhood,
Who was sounding me out on that?
My memory flashed back to my childhood,
Running along the river and in the field.
Under the big tree, at the village entrance,
The luckily unbroken bird’s egg.
Without a trace, the time wind passing.
In the wind, the wings are still fluttering.
Press the spring sunset glow
And record the bird’s chirps in heart.
Publish the singing of the elf
On the front page tonight.
08-5-1
飞机撞了我
我猝不及防
心中有点惶然
飞机俯冲下来时
黑色意念一闪
我平平安安
飞机倒成了倒霉蛋
当然这只是鸟
风中羽色璀璨
用目光攫住她
想看看她是否罹难
她却扑楞起翅膀
飞向那片蔚蓝
似乎看到她诡笑
一若晚霞灿烂
她想暗示我什么
亦或想把交情攀攀
一根灵动曲线
串成远天朵朵花瓣
难道是儿时旧友
特意将我试探
记忆闪回童年
奔跑在河边田畈
村口大树下
侥幸未碎的鸟蛋
岁月风逝去无痕
翮翅仍在风中飞翻
揿下春日夕阳
将鸟语录在心坎
把这小精灵的歌吟
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