一朵野菊花
盛开在秋风里
盛开在
游人的眼里
有点羞涩
记忆的种子
以慢动作回放
过程的美
成为
一季最大的收获
让时光逆行
丝丝缕缕
有平行也有穿插
累了眼睛
就像是你的秀发
如瀑
倒过来看一样的美
取一把目光当做梳子
慢慢梳理
流行的风以及色彩
在与阳光的打闹中
不小心闪了腰
蜷作一团
你笑着说
花儿还没开好
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A wild chrysanthemum
blooming in autumn wind
in
the visitor's eye
a little shy.
Memory's seeds
replaying in slow motion
the beauty of the process
becoming
the biggest harvest of the time.
Let the years retrograde
bit by bit
parallel and inserted,
Tyring eyes
beautiful like your hair
watched from underneath.
You take a gaze and make it a comb
to pull slowly
fashionable winds and colors
Rough-housing in sun light
you accidentally sprain your back
and huddle up
but with a smile you say:
The flower's aren’t yet blooming.
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