今天凌晨,我对伙伴们说:喝了这杯酒,下面应该仰望天空了。初冬的子夜,星星似乎一个不少,我认真地望天,却说出自己对大地的热爱。天是我们的大屋顶,漏下的如果不是阳光,它们会是灾难。而且,我们对地面的事情已经非常熟悉,一代又一代的经验,那些疯狂生长的植物占领了许多土地,我们为谷物流泪,为棉花而温暖,为那些带刺的往事谨小慎微。天上一直会飞来横祸,它夺走了我们的爱情和安宁,它让我们趴下,不能理直气壮地做人。 Earlier this morning, I said to my companions: After drinking this glass of wine, the sky below should be looked up. Midnight in early winter, the stars seem a lot, I look at the sky seriously, but said their love of the earth. The sky is our big roof, and if it’s not sun, it’s a disaster. And we are already familiar with the things on the ground. From generation to generation, the wild plants that occupy a lot of land, we shed tears for the grain, warmed for the cotton, cautious for those barbarous past. The world has been flying accident, it took away our love and peace, it let us get on the ground, can not confidently man.