I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard
As Night touched What's perched in the leaves took shape and came into life: A face afloat above dusted Oblivion, a hand reaching for Love pulsing with the Heart Of Dark . . .
More and more; I could not tell them all And I saw myself fluttering wings Flying in the dark Void as well Just like I had been doing this all the time On the wings of Word Heading for somewhere unknown - There Many were familiar Everything was new . . .
Day became longer and paler After a tree was completed But Night has never been tired of looking for another one, and
I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard
As Night touched
What's perched in the leaves
took shape and came into life:
A face afloat above dusted Oblivion,
a hand reaching for Love pulsing with the Heart
Of Dark . . .
More
and more; I could not tell them all
And I saw myself fluttering wings
Flying in the dark Void as well
Just like I had been doing this all the time
On the wings of Word
Heading for somewhere unknown - There
Many were familiar
Everything was new . . .
Day became longer and paler
After a tree was completed
But Night has never been tired of looking for another one, and
Then I turn to You.
@2005 - 2022
更多我的博客文章>>> I used to listen to the sound of Night carving trees in my yard 回忆 — 冬天里的火影 悬浮在城市之上的面具 Drawing a Hand 翻译 花自飘零水自流，一种相思，两处闲愁。
一个人写，一个人画
一个人唱，一个人听
一个人喝，一个人醉
不需要什么其他的
这就是全部的世界
你的画比立的好。立的是不耐看的现代艺术。你的也现代，但值得多看几眼。
挤掉一些丧气的水分，会更有感染力。
立兄好些作品非常棒，不是吹的，是真的。
其实我写得好几篇分析，在我后来读仍然很喜欢。
https://blog.wenxuecity.com/myblog/1581/202109/25043.html
https://blog.wenxuecity.com/myblog/1581/202104/34721.html