亲爱的，其实我们都不是诗人

作者：蓝水

亲爱的

其实我们都不是诗人

只是因为爱

我们变成了

路旁的野菊

或者山顶的白云

亲爱的

人都有迷茫的时候

甚至看不见

近在咫尺的光明

亲爱的

人都有疑惑的时候

甚至听不到

含泪泣血的心声

但是爱情

并不是车辙旁的花草

更不是轻轻吹过的微风

爱情是腊梅

爱情是青松

甚至腊梅和青松

都还抵不过爱的凝重

亲爱的

我们都不是诗人

也不想成为诗人

但我们心中的太阳

会照亮所有的黎明

Dear

In fact, we are not poets.

Just because of love

We have become

Wild Chrysanthemum by the Roadside

Or white clouds on the top of the mountain

Dear

People are confused sometimes.

Or even see it.

The light at hand.

Dear

People have doubts.

Can't even hear

Tearful and bleeding heart

But love

Is not the grass by the ruts.

Nor is it a gentle breeze

Love is Wintersweet

Love is pine

Even the winter plum and the pine

Are still not worth the weight of love

Dear

We are not poets.

And I don't want to be a poet.

But the sun in our hearts

Will light up all the dawns