枇杷五月,我要学会容忍:多么厚实的叶片,将锈色绒毛藏在背后,表面却布满葱绿的假象。犹若春天的背后是夏天,却总是令人难以察觉。五月,我要学会热爱:清纯月光微微闪动,露珠打湿椭圆的脸庞。天亮了,鸟的挑逗明一阵暗一阵。迎着暧昧的日头,硬核鼓胀的内心,释放出柔若无骨的浅抒情。在五月,我要学会怀念:园子里,轻风细雨。饱满的青春在枝头吵嚷、追逐,然后堆积在一起。 Loquat May, I have to learn to tolerate: how thick the leaves, hides the rusty hair behind, but the surface is full of lush green illusion. If the spring is behind the summer, it is always difficult to detect. May, I want to learn to love: pure moonlight flashing, dew wet oval face. The dawn, the bird’s teaser out while a dark burst. Facing the ambiguous sun, hard core bulging heart, releasing soft if boneless shallow lyric. In May, I want to learn to miss: garden, breeze. Full of youth rattling on the branches, chasing, and then stacked together.