七月
作者:碑林路人
翻译:单慕萱
我把所有可以幻想的日子
都安放在七月
我把完好如初的思念
也留置在七月
七月是夹在书本里的
一只蝴蝶
轻轻地翻开书
就有飞翔的痕迹
就有如雨的花瓣
带着墨香
飘至眼前
七月是母亲送给我的
最珍贵的季节
是我与这个世界
初次相遇的时刻
七月的每一朵花开
都是母亲温暖的笑颜
七月的每一缕霞光
都是涂抹在天空上
最美的诗行
我要把心里所有的美好
都送给七月
我要把草木的清香
蝴蝶的翅膀
流动的溪水
花开的芬芳
还有写满爱意的诗行
全部都安放在
属于我的七月
我的七月
是洒满阳光的七月
我的七月
是幸福满满的七月
这是我与母亲
初次对视的七月
这是我与世界
深情拥抱的七月
July
Author: 碑林路人
All the days I can imagine
I keep them in July
All the memories intact
I leave them in July
July is a butterfly
Caught between pages
Gently flipping through
I see traces of fluttering
Petals like rain falling
with the scent of ink
Wafting right before me
July is a gift from Mother
The most precious season
It's me and the world
The moment of first encounter
Flowers that blooms in July
are Mother's smiling eyes
Wisps of sunlight in July are the most delicate lines
Painted on the sky
I want to give the best of my heart
All to the month of July
The aroma of grass and trees
The wings of butterflies
The flowing streams
The blooming flowers
And lines of loving poems
I wish to set them all
In my very own July
My July
It's a July of sunshine
My July
It's a July full of joy
This is when Mother and I
Change our very first sight
This is when World and I
Cuddle fondly as years went by