《日子》| 双一
走了那么远，麦子依然没有熟
车轮沉默，在路上滚
只在意外骤停的时候，才叫出声
拖出一道滚烫的伤痕
缄默，并非因为无话可说
坛子里的酒很浓，一开封就翻江倒海
可他选择一碗棒面粥，浓稠的
越热表面越不冒气的那种
他安静地坐在粥前
一小口，一小口，咽
2019-07-17
The Days
By Shuang Yi
It's been so far, and the wheat is still not ready for harvest
Silently, the wheels keep rolling on the road
Only upon a sudden stop can a screeching be heard
Leaving on the road a burning scar
Silence doesn't mean having nothing to say
The wine in the jar is strong. Once opened, It pours rivers and oceans.
But he chooses a bowl of corn porridge
Thick, the hotter the less steam type
He quietly sits in front of the porridge
One small sip by one small sip, taking it in
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