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从早写到晚，只一行，

另一行从生写到了死，没有意外和冲突，

平淡如我桌上的玻璃杯里，

还没张开的茶叶。以针的形态出现，

生硬地站立在我的对面。

你不明白，而我知道这其中的意味。

时间不堪一击。看得见我的时候，

我在诗歌的分行里，很短。

看不见我，茶杯也看不见水了，

茶叶横七竖八地仰躺。

一层覆盖一层，直至杯口，

我是最底下的一叶，一个句子。

我在那里很“诗意”，以后，

任何忽略和关怀，都可以独自应对。

YOU COULD SEE THIS POEM

Just one line, from morning till night

Just one line, from birth to death

No mishaps or skirmishes

Ordinary as the tea leaves

Still tightly holding themselves

In the glass cup on my table

They appear in front of me like needles standing

You won't understand this

But I know what they mean to me

Time cannot take even the slightest blow

If I am visible, I am in these crawling lines

and it's short

If I am not visible

Water in the teacup is also gone

Tea leaves pile up, disorderly

Layering till they reach the cup's opening

I am a leaf, a sentence lying at the bottom

Where I have found poetry

Come, negligence or solicitude

Meet my solitude