作者：何强
獨自在田埂的老樹下坐著
四周合圍的高架上摔下黃段子
血紅的黃昏
我們還寫詩?!
麥子、詩集、音樂、紅酒、女人。。。
傾聽肉體與心靈的搏擊
往事已隨父母遠行
失去記憶的醉言
可以沒有情人，不能沒有敵人
當麥穗已成風景
我對麥地只有敬畏
歲月守護者荒蕪
無數次為麥穗寫詩
只為找回麥地的語言
那是怎樣無助的絕望
至今不肯放棄的野心
Fortmac, I only am deeply grateful
Alone in thefield-edge old tree sit
Around theelevated diangong fell yellow joke
Blood-red dusk
We also writepoetry? !
Wheat, poetry,music, red wine, women...
Listen to theflesh and spirit of combat
Past already withthe parents fly
Loss of memorytipsy word
Can do not have alover, cannot have no enemies
When the grain hasalready become the scenery
I fear for tmac isonly
Years guardians ofcultivation
Countless timesfor grain write poetry
Just to find tmaclanguage
That is howhelpless despair
So far refused togive up ambitions
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