A fresh poetry translation from Cang Bai on the humble wheat crop
我说麦子等秋天
你马上笑我
肯定没见过麦子
它夏天就成熟
是的
你家附近必定长着冬小麦
人们总在秋天播种
夏天收割
亲眼所见
怎会有错
你因见过冬小麦而笑我
我则略过长城以北的春小麦
想起你少时样子
眼睛亮亮的
眼神也有力
从蜗牛触角
直直探望到银河尽头
那时你充满好奇
钟情世界之外的世界
不像现在这样
长了见识
却丝毫不怀疑
世界可能还有另种麦子
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