Wind blows through the field
I beg to become a child of the sky
even if it takes back the wings in my heart
Walk by the field, an immersive winter
Wind blows off some colors of life
Glasses collapse, no one lifts them up
I am drunk in a remote place
My posture emanates yellow
Lonely wheat turns green
Allow me to arrive at the next spring without accidents
One shadow always stands at the corner of the farm land
I want to smoke
After red sorghum returns home
How much dirt-like tenderness for me
Survival sits on an altar
My love and hatred
Dare not mention them at all
Wind blows me lower and lower
Into mud, absorb water
I yearn to become a child of the sky
As if
Touchable by my extended hands
風從田野上吹過
餘秀華
我請求成為天空的孩子
即使它收回我內心的翅膀
走過田野，冬意彌深
風掛落了日子的一些顏色
酒杯倒塌，無人扶起
我醉在遠方
姿勢泛黃
麥子孤獨地綠了
容我沒有意外地抵達下一個春
總有個影子立在田頭
我想抽煙
紅高粱回家以後
有多少土色柔情於我
生存坐在香案上
我的愛恨
生怕提起
風把我越吹越低
低到泥裏，獲取水分
我希望成為天空的孩子
仿佛
也觸手可及
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