Allegory
An allegory I always believe,
That all fish will fly,
With new wings in the sky;
And in the mud of dark clouds,
They will fight with heaps of birds,
Just for the territory they desire;
Hence new things beyond us,
Not old things once below;
See, vast sea in the memory,
Now clean and chapped,
Without vigor any more,
And shows no endless colors as before.
注：读了一首名为《寓言》的诗，感觉很有意思，节选了其中一部分，在不完全尊重原文的基础上，凭借对英文诗歌的感觉，”写“了这首诗。
