英語

galaxy n. 银河

ga.laxy

法語

galaxie n. 银河

ga.laxie

漢語

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詩歌

那天籁笼罩下面的弯曲的
被美的星星簇拥的银河啊，
流向那明洁冰峰似的，
须弥山的下面的蓝色的星湖，
我的游思飘雪似的展飞，
在这荡着星星香味的地方，
看极远处矗立的蓝色小屋似的，
地球那家乡而有无限的遐想。
透过那双曲线式的飞行器的窗，
我拉闪烁着彩光圈的，
大仙女座的恒星的光飞来啊，
那尘粒般的地球上面的摇动的草中，
透着灵气眼神的小兔子在警觉张望，
柔细的花瓣似的星星，
在宇宙射线的气流中晃动。
如浩瀚星空般的宏大的沉思的幻曲，
将这眼前的一切分解成碎片，
象宇宙之风中飞舞的，
又似地球上面的树叶，
似的暗物质洒落而下，
远处的黄道下面的由星星，
构成的大地上的一切，
在我的眼膜的光波中，
似与那亘古之恒有合并，
而静穆注视这里的显现。
似有一个奇异的管道从原点来，
而把眼前的世间时间展现，
与精妙细丝的思想相合，
在虚幻的空中缠绕盘旋。
我们是投影还是波的凝聚？
原点是几何中的高维空间？
从那里出发展现世界向远方奔去，
越远的世界是否越扁？
我们大概是桥梁吧链接着所有，
我的心念链接着我的亲人，
那是遗传学的实证这世界，
一切都与我相亲相干，
从久远到未来。
风吹草香鸟飞与数字是音符的跳动，
在泛着清香的草甸上拨动着心弦，
从原点传来的长长的波，
藉我的静定的中转也传向周边。

The sound of nature enveloped the curved
The Milky Way surrounded by lush stars,
Flowing toward the clear ice peak,
The blue star lake below Mount Xumi,
My wandering thoughts spread out like snowflakes,
In this place filled with the scent of stars,
Like a blue house standing far away,
The earth is my home and I have endless imagination.
Through the window of the hyperbolic aircraft,
I pull the colorful circles of light,
The light from the stars of Andromeda is coming,
In the swaying grass above the dusty earth,
The little rabbit with smart eyes is looking around alertly.
Stars like delicate petals,
Bobbing in a stream of cosmic rays.
A grand, contemplative fantasy like the vast starry sky,
Break everything in front of you into pieces,
Like flying creatures in the wind of the universe,
Like leaves on the earth,
Like dark matter falling down,
The stars below the ecliptic in the distance,
Everything that makes up the earth,
In the light waves of my eye mask,
As if merged with the eternal being,
And quietly watched the manifestation here.
There seems to be a strange pipe coming from the origin,
And show the worldly time in front of you,
In harmony with the thought of fine filaments,
Entwined and circling in the illusory air.
Are we projections or condensations of waves?
The origin is a higher-dimensional space in geometry?
From there the world is shown running far away,
Is the world flatter the farther away it is?
We are probably the bridge that connects everything.
My thoughts are connected to my loved ones,
That is the evidence of genetics. Everything in this world is related to me.
From the distant past to the future.
The wind blows the grass, the birds fly, and the numbers are the beats of the notes.
Stirring my heartstrings on the fragrant meadow,
The long wave coming from the origin,
Through my quiet transfer, it also spreads to the surrounding areas….