成熟
席慕容
童年的夢(mèng)幻褪色了
不再是只愿做一只
長(zhǎng)了翅膀的小精靈
有月亮的晚上
倚在窗前的
是漸呈修長(zhǎng)的雙手
將火熱的頰貼在石欄上
在古常春藤的蔭里
又螢火在游
不再寫(xiě)流水帳似的日記了
換成了密密的
模糊的字跡
在一頁(yè)頁(yè)深藍(lán)淺藍(lán)的淚痕里
有著誰(shuí)都不知道的語(yǔ)句
Be mature
A childhood dream fade
No longer a little Stars of the long wings only
There at the moon
Lean on the window
Is a gradual slender hands
Cheek posted on the fences will be fiery
Yum Lane in the ancient ivy
Also in outbound fireflies
No longer write a sequence similar diary
Replaced by dense
The characters blurred
Page in the blue light blue tears Lane
Nobody has to know the words