我坐在家里翻书

咖啡几页 清茶几篇

浓度不同 香味有异

但没有诗

你在远方

那里天高云淡 山川绵绣

鱼儿嘻戏 小鹿欢奔

狮长啸 狼嚎月

我去追你

无奈 腹中文字拥挤

背上文化沉重

跑不动

你嘲笑我的胆怯

有文化作翅膀

为何不飞

吐出多余的文字

梳理漂亮的羽毛

鸟儿飞起 鹰腾空

鹏程万里乘风

追

Sitting at home

I leaf through a book

A few pages of coffee

And a couple chapters of tea

Different is clarity and flavors vary

But no poetry

Over the yonder you stayed

Where haven is high and clouds rare

Within mountains majestic and rivers spectacular

Fishes play and deer leaping with joy

Lions roar and wolves howling at moon

Looking for you I went

Weighing down by letters aplenty in my belly

And culture norms on my back

I could not run

You mocked my cowardice

Cultures are your wings

Why don't you fly

Spit out letters excess

Comb the feathers pretty

Making like a bird fly or an eagle soar

Spread my wings

and ride the winds over a thousand miles

In pursuit