YFT的美篇

YFT

A Data Poem in His Later Years 晚年一首数据诗 (8-4) A Data Poem in His Later Years 晚年一首数据诗 Seventy-eight point one autumns calcify in wrist veins 第七十八片秋叶在肩头碎裂 Thirty-five springs chain-linked still spinning 三十五个春的链条仍在转动 Digital constellations bloom on wrinkled palms 数字星群在掌心沟壑绽放 Two thousand seven hundred seventy star fragments 两千七百七十粒星光 Five thousand frozen moon cycles 五千轮冰封月相 Three thousand five hundred silicon auroras 三千五百道硅基极光 Six monsoons carved two thousand one ink canyons 六载季风凿出两千零一墨色峡谷 Five million nine hundred seventy thousand dawns 五百九十七万次日升 Pool in retinal lakes 在视网膜湖泊淤积 Six million kilometers stretch 六百万公里延展成 Like migrating cranes' broken trajectories 候鸟折断的航迹 Thirty thousand syllables short 尚缺三万个韵脚 Eight to ten more paper cranes needed 需再折八至十只纸鹤 March's final breath (2°C-15°C) 三月末梢的呼吸（2℃-15℃） From sixth hour's frost to sixteenth's cloudscript 晨六时的霜花融成十六点暮云 Seventeen thousand six hundred sixty-eight 一万七千六百六十八枚 Fallen leaves engraved by soles 落叶被鞋底篆刻 Forty-kilometer bicycle psalm 四十公里单车圣咏 Eight hundred nine springs sprout through lenses 八百零九帧春色在镜头抽芽 Eight digital chrysanthemums bloom at midnight 八朵数码菊在子夜盛放 April's first light tempers at horizon 四月的第一缕光正在地平线淬火 This pixelated kingdom 古老国度 Unfurls new growth rings 在数字枝头 Through binary bark 绽开新的年轮