1一个降了雪的清晨,不知是谁,把一枝寒梅放在我的门边,我看着它,那紧捆在一团的花蕾,小小的淡红,把微亮的曙色染得多了几分鲜活。我长长地伫立在那里,听风,放慢了脚步,从我的耳畔缓缓地划过。是谁呀,降了这一道旨意,让我返回到过去的时光里,若海里的星星,构成天上的银河,把岁月的犁痕又一次擦洗干净。我是一个残破的陶罐,在这一刻,又能为寒梅做点什么呢? 1 A snow-morn early morning, I do not know who, put a Hanmei on my door, I looked at it, that tight tied in a ball of buds, a small pink, the bright light of the dawn dyed more A bit lively. I am long standing there, listening to the wind, slowed down, slowly across from my ear across. Who is this, lowering this purpose, let me return to the past time, if the stars in the sea, constitute the Milky Way in the sky, the years of plow scrub again scrub clean. I am a broken pottery, at this moment, but also for the winter plum to do something?