人间烟火味
晴空下
白墙墨顶的框
土红的瓦
堆积着金黄的油菜花
只是没有故事里的她
木格窗下的青苔
倒立的陶罐上的多肉
碎石里爬出的葱郁
莫名的一阵感动
树影波光
水中黛瓦
一家连着一家
水墨里长出枝桠
婀娜的金银花藤
在土夯墙消失的小路
大猫一样打盹的稻草
楚楚有致的木架
纤细的竹
粉红色桃花
倾斜的蔷薇枝
看着镜面的眉目如画
野草首如飞篷地牵挂
浓不抹
淡如妆
炊烟一缕又一缕
升起人间的烟火味
横笛和愁听，斜枝倚病看。
Illness
The sun is going down
The sky is getting dark
The streetlights are starting to enlighten the world
I'm still thinking，thinking about
The winding fluctuant curves
The ineffable colour underneath the stars
The shocking shape of your thought
Above all these made me feel delighted
But there is still another thing
Long hovered in my mind
That is your words
Which made me ill.
