1、冬天的诗冬天的蚂蚁颤抖的翅膀,等待瘦瘦的冬天结束。我用缓慢的,呆笨的方式爱你,几乎不说话,仅有只言片语。是什么导致我们各自隐藏生活?一个伤口,风,一个言辞,一个起源。我们有时用一种无助的方式等待,笨拙地,并非全部也未愈合。当我们藏起伤口,我们从一个人退缩到一个带壳的生命。现在我们触摸到蚂蚁坚硬的胸膛,那背甲,那沉默的舌头。这一定是蚂蚁的方式冬天的蚂蚁的方式,那些被伤害的并且想生活的人的方式:呼吸,感知他人,以及等待。The quivering wings of the winter antwait for lean winter to end.I love you in slow, dim-w
2、itted ways,hardly speaking, one or two words only.What caused us to live hidden?A wound, the wind, a word, a parent.Sometimes we wait in a helpless way,awkwardly, not whole and not healed.When we hid the wound,we fell backfrom a human to a shelled life.Nowwe feel the ants hard chest,the carapace, the silent tongue.The must be the way of the ant,the winter ant, the way of thosewho are wounded and want to live:to breathe, to sense another, and to wait.