烟是件绝妙的物件。男人们都喜欢这种白色的烟棍,夹在手上,青色的火焰燃着美丽的光泽,神气。象先人的闲情开始受到破坏;象浪人的宁静心境从未曾感觉就开始远离。红色的梅,青高的竹,伟亮的青松,这些高尚的伙伴我们早就遗失。躲在房里,阴暗的潮气,结阵的蜘蛛,暗淡的音乐,就是它们让一个人的世界充满孤寂。它们与邻居一样在我们的体外自由生存,漠 Smoke is a wonderful object. Men like this white stick, clutching their hands, the flame of the blue flame with a beautiful luster, air. Like ancestral leisure began to be destroyed; like the quiet state of the ronin never felt away from beginning. Red plum, green bamboo, bright pine, these noble partners we have long been lost. Hiding in the room, dark moisture, spiders, dull music, is that they make a person’s world full of loneliness. Like their neighbors, they live freely in our bodies, indifferent