五月叙事
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橡树往高处生长 
也没触到飘扬的衣袂
引鸟儿们来做窝 

不等天亮
就催他们讲青天的故事
像咏叹调的一种小调

漫不经心的花
一瓣一瓣跟风飘走
没说去哪里

May Narrative

Oak trees grow towards the heights
Yet not high enough to touch the fluttering sleeves 
Then invite birds to make their nests

Before dawn breaks
They are urged to tell stories of the azure sky
It sounds like a minor tune of an aria

The carefree flowers
Float away petal by petal with the wind
Without saying to go where