稻草的

A little plot, just a little plot Standing among rivulet, trees, clay and Grass, close with Fields of my parents, my wife, my son and my brothers and sisters Hand in hand, from one field the water Flows into another, quietly 2 Persist in passion and hug to a drop of sweat Persist in sniff to a barnyard grass in the crops Persist in callousness to a pest In the wind coming, seedling or haulm Green or yellow, swaying or resisting Or, ignoring whatever With an original straw hat on the head, I just keep on bending down Making up myself with clay, and the green of the crops 3 Falling in love with a plot of field, deep in the city Ears are scrunched by cars A plot of remote field, a piece of visional picture Held firmly in hands, wet hands As if that was my own Prelife, this life, and afterworld

一小块，就那么一小块站在溪流，树木，泥土和青草的中间。紧靠着父母田，妻儿田，兄弟姊妹田手挽手，一块田里的水静静地流向另一块 2 坚持对一滴汗水的热爱拥抱坚持对一颗稗草的嗤之以鼻坚持对一只害虫的毫不手软有风吹来，秧苗或者稻草绿发或者黄发，起伏或者抵御或者，什么也不管本色的草帽，继续弯腰用泥土上妆，把自己绿化 3 爱上一块田，在城市深处耳朵被汽车碾伤一块遥远的田，一张虚幻的图片紧紧捧在的手上，湿润仿佛那是自己的前缘，今生，后世

Sturdy drovers stopped to drink at the little bar; well-to-do farmers spent their evenings and talked politics in the low, wainscoted parlour, while their horses munched some suspicious mixture of moldy hay and tolerable beans in the tumble-down stables.

身强力壮的、赶着牲口上市的买卖人都到小酒吧来歇脚喝酒；富裕的农民在低低的镶着护壁板的客厅里消磨黄昏、漫谈政治，而他们的马儿在歪歪斜斜的马棚里咀嚼一些用发霉的稻草拌和着勉强可吃的豆子的可疑饲料。

As she looked at Warrington's manly face, and dark, melancholy eyes, she had settled in her mind that he must have been the victim of an unhappy attachment.

每逢看到沃林顿那刚毅的脸，那乌黑、忧郁的眼睛，她便会相信，他一定作过不幸的爱情的受害者。

Maybe they'll disappear into a pothole.

也许他们将在壶穴里消失