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我为何写诗
林杞权
那些年的太阳
令我迷惑
光色刺痛我的心
让地球出现错杂
我的脚步踏着影子,有点凌乱
贴在脸上的汗珠滴下
淋湿了脚下的路
这是过去的日子
七色光混合难以分辨
但我清楚
我在这样斑斓的世界
踩出的脚印
或深的,或浅的
都成为了我的生活
每一缕光撞击心灵
化作无数的文字
在心底不停打转
滚烫的,藏不住
倒出来还给世界
Why do I write poems?
Lin Qiquan
The sun of those years
It puzzles me.
Light and color hurt my heart
Let the earth have the wrong things.
My footsteps are in the shadow, a little messy
Beads of sweat dripping on his face
Wet the road under my feet
These are the old days.
It is difficult to distinguish the mixing of seven-color light.
But I know.
I am in such a beautiful world
Footprints stepped out
Or deep or shallow
Has become my life.
Every ray of light hits the heart
Into innumerable words
Keep spinning in the bottom of my heart
It's too hot to hide.
Pour it out and give it back to the world.
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