去南方沉睡的种子在风的召唤下,潮水般醒来。泥土的气息携带着雷鸣,闪电。沿着列车的轨迹,一路火花,抵达一个传说的神话。陌生的湖面挤满了无根的浮萍。万人攒动的绿,争吵声中铺就了一幅画的基色。描摹了十年。祈盼的天,葱郁了大树、小树,站满了和我一样的风景。季节过敏,春夏混淆了秋冬,酸软的根扎不进泥里,固执地挂在空中。手拒绝脚一样的热情,顺势强势的风,让模糊的脚啊,一头栽倒在故土的怀抱。 The seeds of the south to sleep in the call of the wind, tide wake up. The breath of the earth carries the thunder, lightning. Along the train’s trajectory, spark all the way to reach a legend myth. The strange lake is full of rootless duckweed. Million people move green, quarrel sound paved a painting color. Traced for ten years. Hope day, lush trees, small trees, full of the same landscape with me. Seasonal allergies, spring and summer confused autumn and winter, acid and soft root bar does not enter the mud, stubbornly hang in the air. Hands reject the same enthusiasm for the feet, the strong wind of homeopathy, so vague feet ah, one fell to the embrace of his homeland.