低语

樊功生

它们在交流

自己的音频 模式

人听不见

也听不懂

竟以为

万籁无声了

草 枯了

叶 落尽了

活泼的动物

开始冬眠了吧？

也许只是人为假设

却看成了事实... 

该下雪了

关闭所有的门窗

壁炉正旺

捧着书 

却在瞌睡

偶尔几句梦呓

无人在意

整年无所事事

现在又藏了起来

实在无语... 

天上

谁又不满意了？

Murmur 

By Ken Fan 

They're communicating,

In their own frequencies and channels.

Men can't hear,

Neither understand.

So they just assume 

it's all silent.

The grass withered;

The leaves all fallen.

Those lively animals begin their hybernation, don't they?

Maybe just man-made hypothesis,

Yet to be viewed as reality... 

It's about to snow.

Let's shut windows

And light up the fireplace.

Hold a book

While dozing off.

Occasional day dreams,

But nobody cares...

Nothing accomplished all year,

Now it's in a hide.

Speechless indeed...

Up there

Who's unhappy again?