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1.《初来人间》
文 / 北美诗哥
清晨的光
刚落进窗子
一个小小的生命
便带着哭声
来到人间
那么轻
又那么珍贵
她还握不住这个世界
却已经握住了
许多人的心
从此以后
会有人在深夜醒来
反复确认她的呼吸
会有人忽然变得柔软
连说话
都慢了下来
那些
已经老去的时光
仿佛也因她的到来
重新长出春天
她会慢慢长大
第一次微笑
第一次奔跑
第一次在雨后
抬头看见彩虹
多年以后
她回望这一日
会发现人间的某些部分
在她哭声落下的那一刻
悄然改变
愿她一生明亮
心里始终有光
纵然长大后
会经过风雨
也依然能够
把温柔
留给岁月
今天
窗外阳光安静
世界像刚刚学会呼吸
春天
正在开始
1. Just Arrived in This World
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
Morning light
had only just slipped through the window
when a tiny new life
arrived in this world
carried on the sound of her first cry.
So small,
yet so precious.
She cannot yet hold the world in her hands,
and yet she has already captured
the hearts of so many.
From this day on,
someone will wake in the middle of the night
again and again
to make sure she is breathing.
Someone will suddenly grow gentler,
even their words
slowing down.
The years
that had already grown old
seem, because of her arrival,
to bloom once more
into spring.
She will grow little by little—
her first smile,Many years from now,
when she looks back on this day,
she may find that certain parts of the world
quietly changed
the moment her cry touched the air.
May her life be bright.
May her heart always carry its own light.Today,
the sunlight beyond the window rests in silence.
The world seems to have just learned how to breathe.
Spring
is beginning.
2.《曦曦寄语》
文/北美诗哥
曦曦，你是晨光里最柔的光，
轻轻洒落，温暖每一颗心。
你的名字里有智慧的河流——惠理，
静静流淌，带来明亮与安宁。
在你眼里，世界有光，
在你笑里，晨曦为你欢唱。
愿你像曦光一样，温柔而坚定，
用小小的步伐，照亮自己的路，
也温暖每一个遇见你的人。
2. A Message for Xixi
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
Xixi, you are the gentlest light of the morning dawn,
softly falling upon the world,
warming every heart you touch.
Within your name flows a river of wisdom—Haley,
quiet and graceful,
bringing brightness and peace wherever it goes.
In your eyes, the world is filled with light;
in your smile, the dawn itself sings with joy.
May you be like the morning glow—
gentle, yet steadfast;
with your tiny steps,
may you light your own path
and bring warmth to everyone
fortunate enough to meet you.
3.《停泊》
文／北美诗哥
将近四十八个小时
疼痛一阵接着一阵
像潮水推着潮水
像黑夜穿过更深的黑夜
而她始终没有松开
同享生命的那一刻
终于
一声啼哭划破寂静
一个小小的身影
带着星辰般湿润的光
来到人间
此刻
母亲已经疲惫得闭上双眼
额头还留着风暴经过的痕迹
而女儿安静地趴在她的怀里
像一艘刚刚远航归来的小船
缓缓停泊在温柔的港湾
她不知道
为了抵达这里
母亲曾独自穿过怎样的海浪
怎样的暗礁
怎样漫长的夜晚
但身体记得
心跳记得
血脉深处那条古老的河流记得
从此以后
她将沿着母亲的目光长大
沿着母亲的爱奔跑
而母亲
也会因为这个小小的生命
重新认识世界
窗外的晨光正在升起
照亮她们相拥的轮廓
一个刚刚来到人间
一个刚刚成为母亲
她们彼此依靠着
像岸与船
像月亮与潮汐
像命运写下的
最温柔的一次停泊
3. Anchorage
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
Nearly forty-eight hours
pain arrives, wave after wave
like tide pushing tide
like night passing through deeper night
and she never once let go
through the moment of life
At last
a cry splits the silence
a small figure
carrying a star-like, moist light
arrives in this world
In this moment
the mother, exhausted, closes her eyes
her forehead still marked
by the passage of a storm
and the daughter rests quietly on her chest
like a small boat just returned from a long voyage
slowly anchoring in a tender harbor
She does not yet know
what kind of waves her mother crossed
to reach this place
what reefs
what endless nights
But the body remembers
the heartbeat remembers
the ancient river deep in the blood remembers
From this moment on
she will grow along her mother’s gaze
run along her mother’s love
And the mother too
because of this small life
will learn the world anew
Outside the window, morning light is rising
illuminating their intertwined outlines
one just arrived into the world
one just became a mother
They lean into each other
like shore and boat
like moon and tide
like the most tender
anchorage ever written by fate
4.《新手爸爸的陶醉》
文/北美诗哥
他抱着新生的女儿
像抱着一段
尚未散开的晨光
还带着夜的余温
他的眼睛
轻轻闭上
像把世界
暂时交还给沉默
这一刻
不需要确认
也不需要语言
只有胸口的起伏
在慢慢学会一种新的节奏
她很轻
轻得像一片刚落下的叶
却又真实得让他
不敢移动
绿色的小帽子
贴着他的心跳
像一小片
安静的春天
皮肤贴着皮肤
呼吸贴着呼吸
两种生命在极近的距离里
共享同一种宁静
他没有看远方
远方被轻轻收起
落进胸腔深处
那句尚未成形的疑问
“这是我的女儿吗”
并没有被说出
只是轻轻沉入心底
像一滴水
落入更深的水里
而时间
在这一刻并未停止
只是学会
放慢脚步
他忽然意识到
未来正在他怀中
缓慢生长
她会长大
会第一次翻身、第一次走路
会用一种陌生又熟悉的声音
叫他“爸爸”
这些还未发生的瞬间
此刻却如此清晰
像已经存在的光
他抱得更轻了一些
不是因为不够珍贵
而是因为开始懂得
珍贵的重量
父亲并不是被赋予的身份
而是在无数个微小瞬间里
不断学会温柔的人
在极轻的重量里
学会如何不打扰奇迹
4. The New Father’s Quiet Ecstasy
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
He holds his newborn daughter
as if holding a stretch of morning light
still unbroken
still warm with the night’s fading breath
His eyes gently close
as though returning the world
to silence for a moment
In this instant
there is no need for confirmation
no need for words
only the rise and fall of his chest
slowly learning a new rhythm
She is so light
as light as a fallen leaf
yet so real
he dares not move
A small green cap
rests against his heartbeat
like a quiet piece of spring
Skin against skin
breath against breath
two lives in near-perfect closeness
sharing the same stillness
He does not look toward the distance
the distance has been softly folded away
and placed deep within his chest
That unformed question
“Is this my daughter?”
is never spoken
only gently sinks into his heart
like a drop of water
falling into deeper water
And time
does not stop in this moment
it only learns
to slow its steps
He suddenly realizes
the future is growing slowly
in his arms
She will grow up
she will roll over for the first time, take her first steps
and one day speak a voice both strange and familiar
calling him “Dad”
These moments not yet lived
already appear so clear
like light that already exists
He holds her a little more lightly
not because she is less precious
but because he is beginning to understand
the weight of what is precious
A father is not an assigned identity
but someone who, in countless small moments
learns tenderness again and again
learning, in the lightest of weights
how not to disturb a miracle
5.《曦曦的第一个六一》
文/北美诗哥
小曦曦
你带着一声清亮的啼哭
来到这个并不完美
却依然值得热爱的世界
你不知道季节
不知道岁月
不知道什么是相逢与离别
只知道把小小的手掌
轻轻握成一朵花
日历翻开新的页面
六月来了
属于孩子们的节日来了
而你
恰好赶上了生命中的第一个六一
仿佛整个世界
都在为你的到来庆祝
风吹动树叶
鸟儿练习歌唱
阳光把金色的糖果
一粒一粒撒向人间
你还不会说话
不会奔跑
不会唱歌
甚至还分不清白天与黑夜
可所有的祝福
都已经向你奔来
愿你长大后
眼里始终有光
心里始终有爱
看见花开时会欢喜
看见落叶时也懂得珍惜
愿你拥有孩童的天真
也拥有面对世界的勇气
愿你经历风雨
却不失温柔
走过漫长岁月
依然相信美好
今天
你安静地睡在母亲怀里
像一艘刚刚启航的小船
而未来的大海
正缓缓向你展开
小曦曦
这是你的第一个六一
也是生命赠予我们的
第一份惊喜
5. Xixi’s First Children’s Day
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
Little Xixi,
you arrived with a bright, clear cry
into this imperfect world
that is still worth loving.
You do not yet know the seasons,
nor the passing of years,
nor what it means
to meet and to part.
You only know
how to gently close your tiny hands
into the shape of a flower.
The calendar turns a new page.
June arrives.
A festival for children begins.
And you—
you happen to arrive
at your very first Children’s Day,
as if the whole world
is celebrating your coming.
The wind stirs the leaves,
birds rehearse their songs,
sunlight scatters golden candies
drop by drop upon the earth.
You cannot yet speak,
cannot run,
cannot sing,
and still cannot tell
day from night.
Yet all blessings
are already rushing toward you.
May you grow up
with light forever in your eyes,
and love forever in your heart.
May you rejoice at blooming flowers,
and learn to cherish falling leaves.
May you keep a child’s innocence,
and also the courage
to face the world.
May you pass through storms
without losing your tenderness,
walk through the long years
and still believe in beauty.
Today,
you sleep quietly in your mother’s arms,
like a small boat
just setting sail,
while the vast sea of the future
slowly unfolds before you.
Little Xixi,
this is your first Children’s Day—
and the first gift
life has given us.
6.《她忽然笑了》
文 / 北美诗哥
她忽然笑了
像六月的清晨
一朵还带着露水的小花
在晨光里
轻轻地开了一下
没有声音
却让整个房间都亮了
那一刻
时间忽然变慢
窗外的树影不再摇晃
钟表也仿佛停住脚步
所有疲惫、等待与牵挂
都在她浅浅的笑纹里
慢慢融化
她安静地笑着
像梦里
正被天使轻轻拥抱
而我们这些
早已被岁月磨旧的大人
却因为她这一笑
忽然重新相信——
原来生命
真的可以
如此纯净
原来人活着
真的会因为另一个小小生命的到来
而重新变得柔软
她还不会说话
却已经用一个笑容
回答了所有的爱
多年以后
当她长大
走进人海
也许还能记起
这个初夏的午后
她曾这样躺在怀里
带着奶香
带着晨曦般的温暖
忽然笑了一下
于是
整个世界
都跟着温柔起来
6. She Suddenly Smiled
— By Bei Mei Shi Ge
She suddenly smiled
like a June morning
a small flower still holding dew
in the first light of dawn
quietly opening itself
No sound was made
yet the whole room lit up
in that moment
time seemed to slow
Outside the window,
tree shadows stopped swaying
even the clock seemed to pause its steps
all fatigue, waiting, and longing
began to melt
in the soft curve of her smile
She smiled quietly
as if in a dream
being gently held by an angel
And we, the adults
worn smooth by time
because of that single smile
suddenly believed again—
that life
can truly be
this pure
that being alive
can still become soft again
because of the arrival
of another small life
She cannot yet speak
but with one smile
she has already answered
all forms of love
Years later
when she grows up
and walks into the crowd
perhaps she will still remember
that early summer afternoon
when she lay in someone’s arms
carrying the scent of milk
and the warmth of morning light
and suddenly
she smiled
and so
the whole world
became gentle with her
7.《爸爸在喂奶》
文／北美诗哥
灯光很轻
屋子里很安静
只有奶瓶里缓慢流动的乳白
和婴儿细小的吞咽声
年轻的父亲低着头
动作生涩
又格外认真
他把孩子抱在怀里
像抱着一件
刚刚抵达人间的礼物
灯光
落在他的眼镜上
也落在
孩子乌黑的瞳孔里
那个
曾经匆忙奔跑的人
忽然
慢了下来
他开始知道
什么叫轻声说话
什么叫半夜醒来
什么叫把全部耐心
放进一只扶着奶瓶的手里
孩子安静地喝着奶
偶尔挥动一下小手
像是在无意间
握住了整个家庭
重新亮起来的命运
这一刻
时间很轻
仿佛所有失去过的东西
都在她微弱的呼吸里
慢慢归来
7. “Father Feeding the Baby”
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
The light is soft
The room is very quiet
Only the milky white
flowing slowly inside the bottle
and the tiny sound
of a baby swallowing
The young father lowers his head
His movements awkward
yet deeply careful
He holds the child in his arms
as if holding
a gift
newly arrived in this world
The light
falls upon his glasses
and also
into the baby’s dark pupils
That man
who once hurried through life
suddenly
slows down
He begins to understand
what it means to speak softly
what it means to wake at midnight
what it means
to place all of one’s patience
into the hand
holding a milk bottle
The baby drinks quietly
occasionally waving a tiny hand
as if, unintentionally,
she has grasped
the fate of an entire family
and lit it once again
At this moment
time feels weightless
as though everything once lost
is slowly returning
through the faint rhythm
of her breathing
8.《梦乡》
文/北美诗哥
她闭着眼睛
比任何人都更接近
世界的秘密
橘色的小衣裳
像一朵刚落地的云
还带着来时的温度
她不说话
却什么都知道
有人的手
轻轻护着她
像在说：
“我在”
她微微抿着嘴
像是藏了一个答案
又像是
梦里有人
刚刚逗了她一下
睡吧
世界的喧嚣
还不是你的事
你只管做梦
把那些
我们已经忘记的地方
再看一眼
带回来
8. Dreamland
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
She lies with eyes closed,
closer than anyone
to the secrets of the world.
A little orange outfit —
like a cloud just touched down,
still warm from the journey here.
She says nothing,
yet knows everything.
A pair of hands
cups her gently,
as if to say:
“I’m here.”
Her lips press together, faintly —
as if hiding an answer,
or as if someone
in her dream
just made her smile.
Sleep now.
The noise of the world
is not yet yours to carry.
Dream freely —
revisit those places
we have long forgotten,
and bring them back to us.
9.《凝望》
文/北美诗哥
她还不知道你叫什么名字
但她认识你的气味
像某种古老的约定
在她破开黑暗之前
就已经签好
你的脸很大
比她见过的所有东西都大
有两片透明的东西架在鼻梁上
她不懂那是什么
但她喜欢
你低下头
整个天空
也跟着低下来
她想笑
不是因为懂得
是因为
有什么东西
从你眼睛里流过来
暖的
像她待过的那个地方
她握紧拳头
她要把这一刻
攥住
你还不知道
她已经认识你很久了
在有语言之前
在有名字之前
在有世界之前
你是她
最初的
风景
9. Gazing
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
She doesn’t yet know your name,
but she knows your scent —
like some ancient covenant
signed before she broke
through the darkness.
Your face is vast,
larger than anything
she has ever seen.
Two transparent things
perch on your nose —
she doesn’t know what they are,
but she likes them.
You bow your head,
and the whole sky
bows with you.
She wants to smile —
not because she understands,
but because something
is flowing toward her
from your eyes.
Warm.
Like the place she came from.
She curls her fingers tight.
She wants to hold
this moment
in her fist.
You don’t yet know
she has known you for a long time —
before language,
before names,
before the world.
You are her
first
landscape.
10.《看书》
文/北美诗哥
书页翻开的声音
比摇篮曲
更古老
她躺在父亲的臂弯
不知道那些字是什么
却知道
那个声音是安全的
眼角还挂着一滴泪
是刚刚抵达这个世界
还没来得及收起的惊讶
书里有森林
有河流
有一只
找不到回家路的小熊
她听不懂
却睡着了
听懂
并不是
最重要的事
重要的是
有个声音
一直在
10. Reading
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
The sound of a turning page
is older
than any lullaby
She lies in her father’s arms
not knowing what the words mean
but knowing
that voice is safe
A tear still rests at the corner of her eye —
the surprise of having just arrived
in this world
not yet put away
Inside the book there is a forest
a river
a little bear
who cannot find its way home
She does not understand
yet she falls asleep
Understanding
is not
the most important thing
What matters is
a voice
that stays
11.《粉红的小脸》
文/北美诗哥
粉红的小脸
是黎明前的最后一朵云
还没学会
收藏自己的光
两只眼睛
像刚落进水里的墨
深
又不知道深向哪里
有人用手掌
托住了整个世界的重量
她却浑然不知
眼角有泪
那是还没蒸发完的
前世的雨
小嘴微抿
像是想说什么
又像是
什么都不必说
世界这么大
她只是安静地
看了一眼
然后
把所有的粉红
还给了春天
11. Pink Little Face
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
A pink little face —
the last cloud before dawn,
not yet knowing how
to hold its own light.
Two eyes
like ink just dropped in water,
deep,
with no knowing how deep.
Someone’s palm
holds the weight of an entire world,
but she doesn’t know it at all.
A tear at the corner of her eye —
that is the rain from a past life,
not yet fully evaporated.
Tiny lips lightly pressed,
as if about to say something,
as if, too,
nothing needs to be said.
The world is so vast.
She simply gazed at it,
quietly,
once.
Then
gave all her pink
back to spring.
12.《曦曦的内心独白》
文/北美诗哥
曦曦
不知道
他们在忙啥
每次她一张嘴
就来了好几张脸
凑得那么近
眼睛又大又亮
好像她做了什么了不起的事
曦曦只想说
她有点饿
或者
她有点不舒服
妈妈的手总是热的
抱曦曦的时候
心跳得那么响
也不知道妈妈在紧张什么
曦曦睡了
妈妈不睡
曦曦睁眼
妈妈还在
月嫂阿姨走来走去
像一阵有气味的风
她的怀抱是软的
但妈妈的怀抱
有股她辨认得出的味道
曦曦听见他们说
累
奶
几点了
这些词她不懂
但他们说话的声音
是轻的
像是怕把她
惊醒似的
其实曦曦一直醒着
她只是在记
每一张脸
每一双手
每一声
在她还不会说
谢谢
之前
先用眼睛
存起来
12. Xixi’s Inner Monologue
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
Xixi
doesn’t know
what they’re all so busy with.
Every time she opens her mouth
a cluster of faces appears
leaning in so close.
eyes wide and bright,
as if she’d done something remarkable.
All Xixi wants to say is
she’s a little hungry.
Or
she’s a little uncomfortable.
Mama’s hands are always warm.
When she holds Xixi,
her heart beats so loud—
hard to know what Mama is nervous about.
Xixi sleeps.
Mama doesn’t.
Xixi opens her eyes.
Mama is still there.
Aunt nanny moves back and forth
like a breeze that carries a scent.
Her arms are soft,
but Mama’s arms
have a smell Xixi can recognize.
Xixi hears them say:
tired.
milk.
what time is it.
These words she doesn’t understand,
but the sound of their voices
is light—
as if they’re afraid
of startling her awake.
Actually, Xixi has been awake all along.
She is only memorizing:
every face,
every pair of hands,
every sound.
Before she learns to say
thank you
she will store it all
with her eyes
13.《曦曦：他们为什么不睡》
文/北美诗哥
我刚从远方来
那里全是光，全是暖
我还没学会这里的规矩
每次我睁开眼睛
他们就凑过来
眼睛亮亮的，嘴角弯弯的
说一些我听不懂的话
我想告诉他们——
睡吧
睡着了才能去那个地方
那里有我刚刚离开的云
可他们不睡
端着什么热的东西走来走去
手里握着一片光
脚步轻轻的，像是怕吵醒谁
怕吵醒我吗
可我已经醒了呀
有一个人
总是坐在我旁边
眼睛里有什么东西在闪
不是困意
是我叫不出名字的东西
我看了她很久
又慢慢闭上眼睛
也许
他们睡在另一种地方
一种我还不认识的
醒着的梦里
13. Xixi: Why Don’t They Sleep
By Bei Mei Shi Ge
I have just arrived from a faraway place
where everything was light, everything was warm
I have not yet learned the rules of this world
Every time I open my eyes
they gather close
their eyes bright, the corners of their mouths curved
saying things I cannot understand
I want to tell them —
sleep
only in sleep can you return to that place
where the clouds I just left still drift
But they don’t sleep
they move back and forth carrying something warm
holding a piece of light in their hands
their footsteps soft, as if afraid to wake someone
Afraid to wake me?
But I am already awake
There is one person
who always sits beside me
something flickering in her eyes
not drowsiness
but something I have no name for yet
I watched her for a long time
then slowly closed my eyes
Perhaps
they sleep in another kind of place
a place I do not yet know —
a waking dream
14.《睡美人》
文/北美诗哥
粉色的襁褓
把她包成
一粒还未发芽的春天
嘴微微张开
像是在说一个
只有梦境才听得懂的词
她不知道
有一双眼睛
正在她的睡颜上
轻轻地失守
发丝还带着
娘胎里最后的气息
额头是一盏
刚刚点亮的灯
她睡得那么深
像一个秘密
藏在世界喧嚣的
最柔软处
而我站在这里
什么都不敢说
怕一个字
就把她
惊醒成凡人
14. Sleeping Beauty
by Bei Mei Shi Ge
A pink swaddle
wraps her into
a spring not yet germinated
Her lips, slightly parted
as if murmuring a word
only dreams can understand
She does not know
that a pair of eyes
is quietly surrendering
to the sight of her sleeping face
Her fine hair still carries
the last breath of the womb
her forehead, a lamp
just lit
She sleeps so deeply
like a secret
tucked in the softest place
beneath the world’s noise
And I stand here
not daring to say a word
afraid that one syllable
might wake her
into someone ordinary
北美诗哥
本名郭英杰，旅美诗人。美国宾州大学地质学博士和计算机工程硕士，信息技术专家，超连锁企业家，美国资深功效营养顾问，美国华人诗学会会员，北美翰苑、海外华英签约作者。【世界金牌朗诵家联盟】中英文诵者。荣获2026第七届世界诗歌春晚卓越艺术徽章。在2025年，荣获世界首届女子高尔夫球诗歌大赛“果岭诗心奖”；荣获首届世界AI诗歌大奖赛“全球智桥奖”。在2024年，荣获“世界诗歌最佳英才奖”，在北美翰苑五周年诗歌作品展中荣获“金笔”奖和“最美原创奖”。在2023年海外华英百强诗人大赛中获“百强诗人”称号。荣登2018“当代国际名师名家名人”榜。首创纺锤体汉诗。爱好诗、歌、朗诵、摄影。作品散见于各类报刊杂志及网络媒体平台，并在海内外诗歌大赛中多次获奖。坚信 “生活不只有眼前的苟且，还有诗和远方”。诗观：生活乃诗，诗映生活。韵律平仄，纵横捭阖。
