Succulents in Dongbi Villa, Fuzhou​
In the corner of Dongbi Villa​
Succulents stand on tiptoe, with emerald feet​
Turning moonlight into pearls​
Each one holds a vow of the sun​
They curl up into gentle clusters​
Like dreams held tightly by children​
In the overlapping patterns of their leaves​
Flows the damp nostalgia of the Min River​
When the wind passes by, they sway gently​
Shaking off a body of glistening morning dew​
Those solidified clouds​
Quietly stretch in the terracotta pots​
Time slows down here by half a beat​
With their plump palms​
They hold up the fragmented sunlight​
Turning the silence of the villa into sweetness在东壁别墅的角落​
多肉们踮着翡翠的脚尖​
把月光酿成珍珠​
每一粒，都藏着阳光的誓言​
它们蜷缩成温柔的星团​
像孩童攥紧的梦​
叶片交叠的纹路里​
流淌着闽江潮湿的眷恋​
风经过时，它们轻轻摇晃​
抖落一身晶莹的晨露​
那些凝固的云朵​
在红陶盆里悄然舒展​
时光在此处慢了半拍​
它们用肥厚的手掌​
托起细碎的日光​
将别墅的寂静，酿成甜