笔若的诗©｜故乡的柿子又红了（新娘）Hometownpersimmonisredagain(bride)

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故乡的柿子又红了

我拿着箩筐向村头走去

仿佛我就是一支清远的笛

面对大海，我独自一人

面对故乡，我抛弃母亲

筷子正在敲着碗

粗暴的诗人挥着帽子

挥着帽子，这帽子也可悲

黄色、金色和橘黄色的

我盘腿坐着在秋风里

我是一件多情的嫁衣

粗暴的向村头走去

——故乡的柿子红了

2018年8月11日

Hometown persimmon is red again (bride)

If the text/Biruo

The hometown persimmon is red again

I walked to the village with my bamboo baskets

As if I were a distant flute

Facing the sea, I was alone

Facing my hometown, I abandoned my mother

The chopsticks are tapping on the bowl

The surly poet waved his hat

Waving the hat, the hat is sad

Yellow, gold and orange

I sit cross-legged in the autumn wind

I am a sentimental wedding dress

Walk roughly toward the village head

-- the hometown persimmon is red

11, 2018

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