风语什么也不说。风,只走过。让花说出色彩。像梨花如雪。像桃花如霞。像黑牡丹散开的一片夜色。像麦苗在初春说出的绿,荷花在初夏说出的婷婷玉立,像长长的枯藤上一只老南瓜说出的苍凉,一只瘦竹在雪中说出的等待。风只走过,要说的,都已在原野呈现。把色彩给了鲜花,把成长给了大地,把爱情给了谁?风,不语,让月色慢慢淹没苍茫的辽阔。而我们呢?我们都在辽阔的苍茫中伫 Wind words do not say anything. Wind, just walked. Let flowers speak the colors. Like a pear like snow. Like a peach blossom. A dark night like a black peony. Green like wheat seedlings said in early spring, Lotus said in early summer Tingtingyuli, like a long dry cane on an old pumpkin said desolation, a thin bamboo in the snow, said waiting. The wind has just passed, to say, have been presented in the wilderness. Give color to the flowers, the growth to the earth, the love to whom? Wind, no words, so that the moon slowly flooded the vast expanse. And we? We are in the vast vastness of the queue