夜晚

belliwether

<>夜晚</P>
<>蚊子隐隐地<BR>在耳边发出声纳<BR>《世界史纲》上说：<BR>庙宇阶段是城市的萌芽时期<BR>城市是在祭坛的周围衍生而来<BR>几千年后<BR>我躺在城市一张简陋的床铺上<BR>孤独已不是什么痛楚<BR>只是内心<BR>偶尔找不到忏悔的地方<BR>就象此刻<BR>那些振动着羽翼的蜉蝣<BR>忍受饥渴<BR>博命地寻找一个着陆的血源</P>
<>One Night</P>
<>The mosquito is murmuring beside me<BR>The Outline of History says<BR>"Temple stage was the embryo time of City<BR>And the City derived from the Altar"<BR>Several thousand years later<BR>I'm laying on one bed, <BR>simple and crude, of the City<BR>Living a single life<BR>is never sore to me any more <BR>But sometimes my soul<BR>has no place to confess<BR>Just like now,<BR>like these mayfly,<BR>stiring their thin weak wings,<BR>suffering from thirsty and hungry,<BR>bet their life<BR>to seek a landing resource of blood</P>

凉夜

<>孤独已不是什么痛楚<BR>只是内心<BR>偶尔找不到忏悔的地方</P>
<>这样的一个晚上，让我感受到了城市的荒芜！</P>

曾蒙

值得学习的一首好诗.