眷念
文/翼華
獨(dú)自，走在空靜的小路
不敢前瞻，不忍后顧
怕抬頭看見(jiàn)，那雙黑葡萄的圓眼珠
映出我心縫的疼
怕回首，望見(jiàn)那短短的尾巴
在我的淚光里
搖落三月的春風(fēng)
有種緣，就像風(fēng)追著云朵
有種陪伴，超越物種的界限
路邊的石頭，還留著它的氣息
而它的影子
已被小寒的風(fēng)輕輕帶走
它是情，是暖，是塵世小團(tuán)圓
如今是我，一想起
就溫柔的眷念
2026年3月14日
Nostalgia
By Yi Hua
Alone, I walk on the quiet, empty path.
I dare not look forward, nor bear to look back.
Afraid to lift my head and see those round, grape-black eyes,
reflecting the pain hidden in the cracks of my heart.
Afraid to turn around and see that short little tail,
shaking off the spring breeze of March
in my tears.
Some kind of fate is like the wind chasing clouds.
Some kind of companionship transcends the boundary between species.
The stones by the road still hold its breath.
But its shadow
has been gently carried away by the wind of Lesser Cold.
It was love, warmth, a small reunion in this mortal world.
Now it is, whenever I think of it,
my tender nostalgia.
March 14, 2026
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