文/笔若
故乡的柿子又红了
我拿着箩筐向村头走去
仿佛我就是一支清远的笛
面对大海，我独自一人
面对故乡，我抛弃母亲
筷子正在敲着碗
粗暴的诗人挥着帽子
挥着帽子，这帽子也可悲
黄色、金色和橘黄色的
我盘腿坐着在秋风里
我是一件多情的嫁衣
粗暴的向村头走去
——故乡的柿子红了
2018年8月11日
Hometown persimmon is red again (bride)
If the text/Biruo
The hometown persimmon is red again
I walked to the village with my bamboo baskets
As if I were a distant flute
Facing the sea, I was alone
Facing my hometown, I abandoned my mother
The chopsticks are tapping on the bowl
The surly poet waved his hat
Waving the hat, the hat is sad
Yellow, gold and orange
I sit cross-legged in the autumn wind
I am a sentimental wedding dress
Walk roughly toward the village head
-- the hometown persimmon is red
11, 2018
