我在一个北方小镇,小镇有连枝梅,大片大片向寒而开,可是命运却把我种植在荒草里,我无法用任何语言来形容那些荒草的辽阔和寂静。听说梅花已经落满小镇,正在街道的缤纷里穿过。我在窗前嗅不到一丝盛景的味。有时候不知该怎样来过这些料峭,或怎样来查点这些料峭里的微尘月光和瘦小香气。当我背着一身澎湃飞奔向日光的时候,早已遍身寒凉。我只于一隅,自度我清简又清简的日子。 I was in a northern town, with small branches of plum, large tracts of cold and open, but my fate planted me in the weeds, I can not use any language to describe the vastness and silence of those weeds. I heard the plum has been filled with small town, is the fun of the streets through. I can not smell the glory of a trace in front of the window. Sometimes I do not know how to come to these chucks, or how to check the dust in the moonlight and lean aroma. When I was carrying a surge of surging toward the sun, already covered in cold. I am only in a corner, since the time I am simple and clear day.