风从田野上吹过(译)——余秀华

The Wind Blew over the Fields

我请求成为天空的孩子

即使它收回我内心的翅膀

I ask to be the child of the sky

Even if she withdraws my wings of heart

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走过田野，冬意弥深

风挂落了日子的一些颜色

酒杯倒塌，无人扶起

我醉在远方

姿势泛黄

I walk through the fields as the winter getting closer and closer

The wind takes some colors of days

My wine glass collapses but I don't pick it up

I drink at distances as my postures yellowing

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麦子孤独地绿了

容我没有意外地抵达下一个春

总有个影子立在田头

我想抽烟

The wheat getting green alone

Please let me arrive next spring safely

There should be one standing in the fields

And I just want to smoke

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红高粱回家以后

有多少土色柔情于我

生存坐在香案上

我的爱恨

生怕提起

After red sorghum comes back home

There is so much warmth of my hometown for me

Survival sits on the incense burner table

My love and hatred

I am too afraid to mention them

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风把我越吹越低

低到泥里，获取水分

我希望成为天空的孩子

仿佛

也触手可及

The wind makes me lower and lower

Until I get into the soil to acquire some water

I hope to be the child of the sky

As if

I could be close enough to touch the wind

风从田野上吹过(译)——余秀华

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