一立正。我就是您的墓碑。您的名字,永远铭刻在我的骨头。父亲,教师。立正,我多想成为您的脊梁。一支英雄牌的笔,一生吸满了黑夜的墨,却写出了不少好文章。另一支永生牌的笔,吮吸着自己的伤口,让红色的血液批改了无数的人生。一年,转了一个圈。我又来到您的坟前。向一堆土跪下,无声地磕头。姓林的树木跑来,叫着我的小名。坟头上的一根刺,划出了我的血您的鲜红。宗亲的森林,荡漾着梦境。 A stand. I am your tombstone. Your name will always be engraved on my bones. Father, teacher. Right, I want to be your backbone. A hero’s pen, life filled with the dark ink, but wrote a lot of good articles. Another eternal card of the pen, sucking his wounds, so that red blood approved countless life. A year, turn a circle. I came to your grave again. Kneel to a pile of soil, kowtow silently. Surrounded by trees, trees, called my name. A sting on the grave, draws out your blood red of my blood. Clan forest, rippling dreams.