秋天从北边慢慢地走过来,我们只是坐在叶片与枝条的结点上等叶子将落未落的缝隙恰好够我们的句子穿过露水翻个身子,又在我们专注的凝视里沉睡你听见秋天的声音,巨大的声音霹雳般把整个夏天震退一步而我们就抬起头,雕塑般站着,站在叶子的背面那里月亮升上去的时候落下一些闪亮的 Autumn comes slowly from the north. We just sit on the joints between the leaves and the branches. The leaves will fall out of the gap just enough for our sentences to pass through the dew and turn around. We fall asleep again in our focused gaze. You hear the fall. The sound of the voice, the huge sound of quake-like vibrations, took a step backwards throughout the summer and we raised our heads and stood sculpted like standing on the back of the leaves where the moon rose up and shone some shiny