Ceiling 朦胧诗# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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Ceiling
I stare at a light blue ceiling.
It’s been there since my life’s beginning.
The painted clouds in the ceiling are still and shy,
make me imagine the peaceful sky,
the peaceful sky as told by a sage,
whose wise words never fade or age.
He warns me not to look out the window,
cause the real sky brings torrent of rain and blizzard of snow.
I heed his warning, but my ears hear raining,
drop by drop, a melody bouncing off the ceiling.
I heed his warning, but my heart keeps yearning,
day by day, for the real sky rather than the ceiling.
使劲引申, 和政治也有关 :D
I stare at a light blue ceiling.
It’s been there since my life’s beginning.
The painted clouds in the ceiling are still and shy,
make me imagine the peaceful sky,
the peaceful sky as told by a sage,
whose wise words never fade or age.
He warns me not to look out the window,
cause the real sky brings torrent of rain and blizzard of snow.
I heed his warning, but my ears hear raining,
drop by drop, a melody bouncing off the ceiling.
I heed his warning, but my heart keeps yearning,
day by day, for the real sky rather than the ceiling.
使劲引申, 和政治也有关 :D