手之殇
文/雪松岩
他在写着祖国
用一只完整的手
在另一只手上
落着北方的雪
而南方的夏天,闷热
他写到了雨季
手在颤抖,经不起生命之重
它在泣血,如候鸟在呼喊
一条刀痕,给了他铭记
给了他自省
他在回忆
它在喊疼,攥着拳头
因为这只残损的手
他在倾诉,在白天
当它和另一只手
相遇,十指相扣
它们在拥抱,抱头痛哭
他在沉思,用一只手
叙述着
自己的命运
哦,这只残损的粗手
和另一只完美之手
组成生活
给人以幻觉
他在写着,日落在山上
这只残损的手
与他朝夕相伴
他在写着祖国
英文版
The Tragedy of Hands
By Xue song yan
He is writing about his motherland
Using a complete hand
On the other hand
Falling snow from the north
And the summer in the south is hot and humid
He wrote about the rainy season
Hands are trembling, unable to withstand the weight of life
It is weeping blood, like a migratory bird calling out
A knife mark left a lasting impression on him
Gave him introspection
He's recalling
It's screaming pain and clenching its fists
Because of this damaged hand
It's talking, during the day
When it is with another hand
Encounter, ten fingers interlocked
They are embracing, holding their heads and crying bitterly
He was lost in thought, using one hand
Narrating
My own destiny
Oh, this damaged thick hand
And another perfect hand
Forming a Life
Give people illusions
He is writing, 'Sunset on the Mountain'
This damaged hand
Accompany him day and night
He is writing about his motherland
文/雪松岩
他在写着祖国
用一只完整的手
在另一只手上
落着北方的雪
而南方的夏天,闷热
他写到了雨季
手在颤抖,经不起生命之重
它在泣血,如候鸟在呼喊
一条刀痕,给了他铭记
给了他自省
他在回忆
它在喊疼,攥着拳头
因为这只残损的手
他在倾诉,在白天
当它和另一只手
相遇,十指相扣
它们在拥抱,抱头痛哭
他在沉思,用一只手
叙述着
自己的命运
哦,这只残损的粗手
和另一只完美之手
组成生活
给人以幻觉
他在写着,日落在山上
这只残损的手
与他朝夕相伴
他在写着祖国
英文版
The Tragedy of Hands
By Xue song yan
He is writing about his motherland
Using a complete hand
On the other hand
Falling snow from the north
And the summer in the south is hot and humid
He wrote about the rainy season
Hands are trembling, unable to withstand the weight of life
It is weeping blood, like a migratory bird calling out
A knife mark left a lasting impression on him
Gave him introspection
He's recalling
It's screaming pain and clenching its fists
Because of this damaged hand
It's talking, during the day
When it is with another hand
Encounter, ten fingers interlocked
They are embracing, holding their heads and crying bitterly
He was lost in thought, using one hand
Narrating
My own destiny
Oh, this damaged thick hand
And another perfect hand
Forming a Life
Give people illusions
He is writing, 'Sunset on the Mountain'
This damaged hand
Accompany him day and night
He is writing about his motherland
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