《村口的红磨坊》

北美仙人掌🌵

村口的红磨坊
北美仙人掌🌵

雪后的清晨，
群山披上嫁衣般的素白。
晨光倾泻，
像一场迟来的拥吻，
将冷冽化作温柔。
溪声潺潺，
携来昨夜的星辉，
映照竹影与雪影。
我走近溪畔，
仿佛听见心跳，
与水声一同奔涌。
那一刻，
天地都在低语，
而我只听见
你未曾说出的名字。
村口的红磨坊，
在雪中闪闪发亮，
像炽烈的心火，
在素白的世界里独自绽放。
溪畔的梅枝上，
雪粒晶莹，
仿佛一枚枚凝固的思念，
闪耀着可以触摸的光。
我伸出手，
雪花在掌心融化，
像你的泪，
也像你的笑。
我忽然明白，
浪漫不在远方，
而在这雪后初晴的刹那——
当山川为你披白，
当溪水为你歌唱，
当整个世界都在
为我们的相遇
悄然点亮。
雪终将消融，
春天必会来临。
而今晨的雪与光，
已化作我心底
最炽烈的誓言。
——乙巳初春 · 记于加州
村口红房映素雪，
溪边梅影照流光。
若问人间何最暖，
初晴一笑抵风霜。

The Red Mill at the Village Gate
by North American Cactus 🌵
Snow-washed morning,
mountains clad in bridal white.
First light pours down,
a belated kiss,
turning sharp cold into tender breath.
The brook keeps murmuring,
bearing last night’s starlight,
mirroring bamboo, mirroring snow.
I draw close—
my heartbeat rises,
racing with the stream.
That moment,
all the world was whispering,
yet I heard only
the name you never spoke.
The red mill at the village gate—
glowing through the snow,
like a heart aflame,
burning alone
in a whitened world.
On plum branches by the water,
crystals of snow
gleam like frozen thoughts,
shining with a touchable light.
I open my palm—
flakes melt away,
like your tears,
like your smile.
And I knew then:
romance is not far away,
but here—
in the first clear dawn after snow,
when mountains wear white for you,
when waters sing for you,
when the whole world quietly
kindles for our meeting.
Snow will fade,
spring must come.
But this morning’s snow and light
have already become
the fiercest vow in my heart.
—Early Spring of Yisi · Written in California
Couplet
Red house by the village gleams in snow,
Plum shadows by the stream reflect the flow.
If you ask what warms the human soul,
A smile at first clear sky outlasts the cold.