暴风雨猛烈地来吧/濯我褴褛衣衫/濯我蓬发与垢面/濯我疲惫足踝暴风雨猛烈地来/受惊的人儿,如精灵振翅/如小鹿飞奔/我却殷勤万般,在乌云的心脏/在人儿耳畔,蜜语甜言……“暴风雨猛烈地来吧!”这是我目睹《暴风雨》这幅画时,霎那间冒出来的念头。紧接着,我写下上述分行。这首没头没尾的诗,如同画面,其间隐约响着坚定、清脆的脚步。 Storm coming violently / 濯 my ragged clothes / 濯 my pomp and dirt / 濯 my tired ankle violent storm to / frightened children, such as elves wings / like a deer flying / I am attentive, at Dark clouds in the heart / ears of people, honey sweet words ...... “storm coming violently!” This is when I saw the “storm” this picture, an instant idea came out. Then I wrote the above branch. The headless and timid poem, like the picture, during which a steady, crisp pace of life.