木屋的爪痕
文/翼华
空寂的草原，那座空寂的小木屋
一把锈蚀的铁锁
锁住温暖的气味和怀抱
白天的网，找不见出口
只有风高的夜晚
所有的星辰缄默不语
狼王格林，那双被柔韧的草
磨砺的爪子，像刀刺
在木屋刻下深深的印痕
它多想撕开，那扇冷漠的门
撕开沥青浇灌的夜幕
那印在木屋的清晰的爪痕
让白天的太阳
不敢直视凝固的悲怆
2026年2月7日
Claw Marks on the Log Cabin
by Yi Hua
On the empty grassland, that empty log cabin
A rusted iron lock
Traps the scent of warmth and embrace
The web of daylight finds no way out
Only on windy nights
When all stars fall silent
Grey Wolf Green, his paws
Toughened by supple grass, like blades
Carve deep marks into the cabin
He longs to tear open
That cold, indifferent door
To rip apart the night sky sealed with asphalt
Those clear claw marks on the log cabin
Make the sun at daytime
Dare not stare directly
At the frozen sorrow
举报
