S*******t
发帖数: 3956 | 1 From a distance
It is a tree
With a large wound cutting through the trunk
Exposing the painful memory of a lightening strike years ago.
And yet one branch is still alive.
You can tell from the fruits it bears
Plentiful still.
Walking down the hill
It becomes a woman
Bending down to plant seeds.
Sprouts break the ground and quickly grow into vines.
They swirl around in the air
Covering her body with small hands and mouths
Turning her into an old basket.
And then I am a child
Floating in the space like a rainbow trout.
The sun twinkles dimly below.
A soft voice is humming lullabies from a distance
Fly away, my child, like a dragonfly. | S*********e
发帖数: 3006 | 2 开头两句非常棒。
这样的感悟，只有从母亲的角度才能写出来吧。男人从儿子的角度，怎么也到不了这里
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