Flute in Rain

This is the sound of a flute

In waves of twilight rain

Days beyond our sight

The autumn speaks again

To a young man

Distant and strange

The past

Is clearer than any book describes

Yellow leaves blew

Over the campus

In a season clear and high

Drawing that wonderful cool sense of emptiness

Yellow leaves always

But that pure flute fills the way

Like wandering a July plateau

Boundless grass in rolling hills

Hooves in the midnight clay

Yet I still hear the past

Old autumn's footfalls

Outside this high window

Pigeons flashed at dusk

On whose balcony do they now roost?

The sound of a flute drifts loosely,

drifts into distant space

雨中长笛

林莽

这是长笛的声音

黄昏的雨飘个不停

(可以把音量放得小一点)

那些日子已经远得看不见了

秋天在和一个少年的心灵对话

既遥远又陌生

那些逝去的日子

比书中描写得更确切

校园里的树叶黄了

飘了一地

心中的秋天更高远

高得让人发空

落叶在风中滚动

长笛却很纯净

纯净得有如漫步于高原的七月

草场无垠

马群在月光下漫游

而我还听到了那逝去的

深秋里的脚步声

就在这高高的楼窗前

夕阳里闪动的鸽群

现在不知在哪个阳台上躲雨

长笛的声音在飘

飘得很远