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那年冬天--杨克
一把把冷飕飕的刀子
一夜便割干净一切
城市蒙上白布
露宿的
僵硬的树，枝桠手脚冰凉
逆风而行的人
柔弱得像一条条草
谁一声低沉的咳嗽
吓得路旁的楼房一跳
That Year, Winter
YangKe
Bladeon blade, chill-chilling knives
inone night all’s cut clean away downright
citysmothered in white cloth
Bedroomless
stiffenedtrees, their branches ice-frigid limbs
Thosewending their way against the wind are
frailas blade on blade of grass
someone’sone-time whispered coughing
makesthe roadside high-rise startle
（Simon Patton 译）
