深秋的勋章

风啃着筋骨
我们踩着落叶
肩并肩汗珠砸进泥土
淬成深秋的勋章
脚步是鼓点
呼吸是战歌
户外的风再烈
也吹不散
攥紧的手,滚烫的肩

Medals of Late Autumn

The wind gnaws at our bones and muscles
We tread on fallen leaves, side by side
Sweat drips into the soil
Tempered into medals of late autumn
Footsteps are drumbeats
Breaths are battle songs
No matter how fierce the outdoor wind blowsIt can never scatter
Our clasped hands and warm shoulders
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