一个快乐的孩子，在沙滩上
垒着沙堆，挖着沙穴
冬天，太阳象一只七彩的气球
在时浓时淡的雾中渐渐升起
牵着孩子的希望
沙滩上的幻想重重叠叠
孩子的风筝
与海鸥一道飞呀、飞呀
飞了无数个日日夜夜
它飞向了北方吗
沙滩上的孩子，从来
没有梦见过雪
那个孩子的心呢？那颗
单纯得象一粒细沙
丰富得象一首诗的心呢
妈妈说过：最令人神往的
就是那支不倦的口笛
孩子的爱萌芽了
象一枚珠贝，象沙滩上
因退潮而形成的海浪线
曲曲折折
风，载着所有的神话归来
童贞如闪闪烁烁的星星
从此永不凋谢
当远航的船回到岸边
海复归于温柔的宁静
沙滩上的孩子，依旧
在认真地读着
大人们始终读不懂的诗
1983.4.18
Children on the beach
A happy child on the beach
Build a pile of sand, dig a hole of sand
In winter, the sun looks like a colorful balloon
Gradually rose in the mist, which was thick and light
Hold the hope of the child
The fantasies on the beach are stacked
Children's kites
Fly with the seagulls, fly with the seagulls
Flying all day and night
Did it fly north?
Children on the beach, never
Never dreamed of snow.
What about the kid's heart? That one?
As simple as a grain of fine sand
As rich as the heart of a poem
Mother said: the most fascinating
It's that indefatigable mouthpiece.
The love of the child is budding
Like a pearl shell, like a beach
A line of waves formed by ebb tide
Tortuous fold
The wind returns with all the myths
Virginity is like a twinkling star
And never wither.
When the sailing ship came back to shore
The sea returns to the gentle serenity
Children on the beach, still
Reading carefully.
Poetry that adults can't always read
