The horses, unattended,
Still wander along the snowy ditches,
Their drooping bodies outlining
Poverty and freedom,
A delicate silhouette.
村子里 无人看顾的马匹
仍在落雪的沟沿徜徉
下垂的腰身 勾勒出
贫穷和自由
灵巧的轮廓
The faint morning light falls on the roof,
Leaving the old, leaving memories in the silence.
The tree shadows are bright,
The sunlight truly young.
屋顶淡淡晨的光 落下
把陈旧 把回忆留给寂静
树荫明媚 阳光真的年轻
The elder in front of the door,
With a solemn expression,
Gazes into the unknown past.
When they smile kindly,
The entire morning seems both loyal and ancient.
门前的老人以肃穆的表情
凝视不可知的记忆
当他们和蔼地笑
整个早晨都显得忠厚古朴
The wilderness slowly awakens,
Frost and the soft plowshare awaken on the field ridges,
White cooking smoke and flames awaken,
But the low-lying cemetery does not awaken.
旷野慢慢地醒来
霜和柔软的犁铧在田埂上醒来
白白的炊烟和火光醒来
但是低洼处那一片坟地不会醒来
None of this compares to the dancing tree shadows,
Flashing with the natural fragrance,
The tall tree crowns in the wind,
Like bees burrowing into the flower’s core, their round bodies
Endlessly thriving.
这都不及飞舞的树荫
闪烁自然的清香
风中高大的树冠
如同蜜蜂钻入花蕊胖嘟嘟的身子
生生不息 This is summer,
The summer witnessed by explorers on two wheels.
这是夏天
这是被两轮之上的探索者见证的夏天