悉尼的黃昏
綠，飄著 整個世界都美麗了
曙光照，晨風吹 三三兩兩，聚會公園條凳上 追敘著，追不回的歲月
什麼都不重要了 看看陽光普照，看看浮雲飛渡 多看一眼綠，多吸一口清新 多道一聲珍重，多把握生命的一刻鐘
那歷盡風霜，歲月留痕 那鼻樑皺紋如梯級上下 犯不著為半夜丁點露水 看人臉色胃潰瘍
綠葉轉黃的時候，我來了 一路上，踩著落葉叫痛 樹枝光禿禿地搖著 冷得整個樹打噴嚏
九月初陽，嫩芽俏 透明的綠，透明的冷 把最後一片黃葉踢落在地 本是同根生，卻勾心鬥角
老樹的胃 在地深層裏隱隱作痛！
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Dusk In SydneyGreen in the air Beautifying all the world
In the morning sun and breeze People in three of four gather at the benches in the park Recalling the never-to-return years
Nothing is important Just look at the ever shining sun and fleeting cloud Just have more look at green and brethe in more fresh air Say take-care once more and grasp one more moment of life
Years leave their traces in all weathers The wrinkles on the nose like a flight of steps No need to care for a bit of midnight dewdrops No need to worry about how powerful people look at you
When green leaves turn yellow, I have come Treading on the fallen leaves painfully all the way The leafless branches swinging in the wind It’s so cold that the whole tree is sneezing
The morning sun in September, Delicate the tender sprout The transparent green, the transparent cold Kicking the last yellow leaf to the ground They are grown from the same root, and yet struggling with each other
The stomach of the old tree Is faintly aching in the depth of the ground!
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