麦田
文/雨子1983
秋天走过。留下遍地的旗帜
昏暗的剪影更加矮小,层叠为政
绯红的溪水凝结着所有陈旧的寒凉
涌上被缚的土地
一场勃发讲述一个蔚蓝的故事
在今夜,长满捍卫的灵魂
Wheat Field
Autumn passed by, flags left strewn on the ground,
Silhouettes dimmed, stacked on each other, bound.
The scarlet stream congeals all old coldness,
Surging forth, onto land that's in duress.
An eruption tells a tale of azure skies,
Tonight, it grows with souls that bravely rise.
Photo Jöran Maaswinkel
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