已经看不见麦子了,那山坡上徐徐翻卷的波浪。不能说它们已同你远去,你带走的只是你的童年:如何翻墙而走,如何把一把红透的樱桃塞到嘴里,或者把微笑藏进衣兜,你带走的是,向斑鸠吹响口哨或者要一杯水喝,然后像毛线团一样蜷缩着睡去,只有猫儿才这样睡去。这一切都是你,桑葚渍染的你。 Can not see the wheat, that the waves rolling slowly on the hillside. Can not say that they have gone with you, you just take away your childhood: how to go over the wall, how to put a red cherry into your mouth, or hide the smile into your pocket, you take away, Whistling to the dove or to a glass of water to drink, and then curled up like a ball of curling sleep, only cats so go to sleep. All this is you, mulberry dyed you.