关于秋风的诗歌一

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关于秋风的诗歌一

它那样轻轻轻轻地.

牵过我的手.

带我爬上打麦场的垛口.

看月芽白，看黄花黄，看海棠瘦.

它也带我看一些衰草，风荷.

荒浦。和生了锈的胭脂扣

它总是以昂首的姿势出现.

香囊囚不了多久

它常常拨乱我的长发

潜入一潭古甃

假装听不见

那些嘶吼

那些鸣啾

Those黑夜, those white mornings.

关于秋风的诗歌二

Sun comes, the wind blows away the warmness of summer's烦闷,

darkening the sky, the blue turning into a pale cloud.

It says: I arrive, in my land.

Your voice is from that far-off region; it's too vast to reach,

a land with my roots, where it brings the familiar taste of mine.

Aghast that you come here, I call a man's name. Let me not be your conqueror,

for you are but a shadow, in comparison to my land.

关于秋风的诗歌三

Each year, your arrival brings many people to grief.

souls long away from peace, they fall into despair. They dance, they moan,

they laugh with each other:

For land and grass grow on the field, though small, though few;

the earth is still in its old state: it's a field where I call my dear neighbor.

Come, come, you are not here. Let me walk through their fields.

Troublesome fields, the grasses and the heather that grow there

They bring you to your land with news, good or bad; no one likes to die in my hands.

It's not just a few of us. The wind is still strong, though it has wavered;

let's make a noise that will disturb the night.

关于秋风的诗歌四

A window opens to morning, the wind blows away some of my inner turmoil.

I fall in love and become a mother to her. I close the window, but she has moved;

she's gone with her, gone into the night...

Then comes her, warm inside, a warmth that fills my heart as though it were alive.

The love we feel is so real and unflinching. I walk outside, letting myself lose my sleep;

the sun shines, and everything I do feels brighter than before. We stand on the edge of the field,;\nand the moon comes to watch us...

关于秋风的诗歌五

The ground flots gently in its curling blades.

It doesn't waver when something speaks to it; it's alive in every breath. It doesn't care about others.

Its voice is deep, though the words are simple: "You will lose your land, you too, but I love you."

I walk alone through its valley, my heart as steady as the wind that flings grasses far away.

关于秋风的诗歌六

Sunset brings a stillness to the sunlit face of the night.

The ground sways gently, and its patches are rusted and bare.

You can't find me in my house; I've moved on. You are lost in your city, where everything is gone.

关于秋风的诗歌七

Grounds dance with the wind as it passes through their land.

Nobody stops a wind that continues to move like that; it doesn't care for others; it doesn't care about us.

She doesn't answer your calls, but you can see her face—red and raw.

关于秋风的诗歌八

For me, the wind is still strong, though it wavered a little more recently.

Could I find someone to love or be with in this season?

She said it late, but her silence will carry us forward forever.

Her words are deep and unflinching. They fill my heart as though they were alive.

关于秋风的诗歌九

But wait a second—my wind is no longer strong; it won't hold on anymore.

So, let's move on with our day and see how far we'll go before we lose the sense of time that's so vital in this season.

Come to me, and I will come back—because that is what my wind does always do.