挂在墙上的镰刀
像一弯月亮闪着寒光
等待着收割麦子

握在手中的铁锤
发出火的声响
它秋天的梦想已一锤定音
2018.1.7

Sickles and hammers

A sickle hanging on the wall
Shone like a cold moon
Waiting for the harvest of wheat

A hammer in the hand
Make a sound of fire
Its autumn dreams
The sound has been fixed with one blow