(一)去。还是不去。两只小鸟在脑海里激烈地争吵,我的思想该跟那只小鸟栖息在理想的枝丫。心情比天气更糟,怒吼的风拽不动生气的云,几滴沉重的汗水打湿了我的发梢。(二)一把锋利的剃刀旋转,我的诗歌和长长的胡须一同掉落,溅起几个泥泞的文字。丢弃,还是拾起?诗歌依然在干燥的尘土中飞扬,我的眼睑一粒也没有储存!(三)一座灰色的城,阳光的诗人在城外描写着浪漫的诗。我却在城内踽踽独行,瘸腿的笔写出跛脚的诗歌。我徘徊在高高的城墙内,出出进 (a) go. Still can’t go. The two birds quarrelled fiercely in their minds, and my thoughts should perch on the ideal branch with that little bird. The mood was worse than the weather. The roaring winds were not moving, and a few drops of heavy sweat wet my hair. (b) A sharp razor spins, my poems fall with long beards and splashes of muddy text. Discarded, or picked up? Poetry is still flying in the dry dust, and my eyelids are not stored! (3) A gray city, the sun’s poets describe romantic poems outside the city. But I walked alone in the city, and my lame pen wrote poor poetry. I linger in and out of the high walls.