我無法輕飄飄地相信那些聲音
靈魂小心翼翼保護著它自己免於重力的誘惑
靈魂小心翼翼保護著它自己免於重力的誘惑
光悄然滑過了我的中脈
只有時間一直伴隨著疲憊的心
清脆的笛聲喚醒清晨
紗窗外的無患子聽說今天白露
—— 2025.9.7 16:51節氣白露。清晨時分水氣常凝結成白色露珠。
White Dew, Today
I cannot lightly trust those voices.
My soul, careful as wing‑tips, keeps itself from gravity’s lure.
Light slips quietly through my central channel,
and only time stays with a wearied heart.
A crisp flute rouses the morning.
Beyond the mesh‑screen, the soapberry tree
has heard the news: today is White Dew.
—— 2025.9.7 16:51 The solar term White Dew. In the early morning, moisture often condenses into white dewdrops.