狼王走了
文/翼華
狼王走了，草原上
那座孕育童話的小木屋
只留下風(fēng)的記憶
而格林還活著
它正為媽媽牽來(lái)救命的馬兒
它在離別媽媽的那刻
晶亮的眼睛，正涌出天性的淚水
它站在離媽媽很遠(yuǎn)的山坡上
一聲聲嚎叫，正縫合著草原的傷口
歲月難以破解死神的咒語(yǔ)
小木屋的屋檐下，狼王死了
它的靈魂像風(fēng)一樣游蕩
草原的風(fēng)螯疼了我
而我的瞳孔里
那匹銜著紅腰帶的狼
正奔馳而來(lái)
它叫格林
2026年2月24日
The Wolf King Is Gone
By Yi Hua
The wolf king is gone.
Across the grassland,
the little wooden cabin
that once bred fairy tales
holds nothing but memories of the wind.
But Green is still alive.
He is bringing the life-saving horse to Mother.
The moment he leaves her,
bright tears well up in his eyes,
pure and instinctive.
He stands on a hillside far from her,
howling again and again,
stitching up the grassland’s wounds.
Years cannot break death’s spell.
Beneath the cabin’s eave,
the wolf king has died.
His soul wanders like the wind.
The grassland wind stings my eyes.
Yet deep in my pupils,
the wolf carrying the red sash
comes galloping toward me.
His name is Green.
February 24, 2026
