一首旅途中所作的英文诗歌，献给厦门的鸟友们，放飞我的心灵······ 主题选项

[护鸟使者]

Is there any yellow ribbon in Boston
I’m waiting on the 34th Street outside Station Penn,
the sunrise dress all the buildings in golden.
The Wind in New York bet on my face,
Which made it lost its direction.

At the right time the needles both toward the ground,
I get on the bus and leave for Boston.
We traveling under the sun is the east,
Everything run back swiftly on the street.

Trip in the clean carrige has no pall,.
Passengers in the bus smile as the sun on shore.
Maybe I am waiting for someone,
But my face seems a little wane.

After we drive onto the express way,
The color outside is only green.
Migrating birds draw an arc in the clouds,
Which made Vingo’s heart was hidden.

I don’t believe there is any jail in the world,
Everybody can lives happily and freedom who I have met at least.
However criticizes and subtilties crowd the earth,
In fact the earth is just a great prison.

When the bell on the top of the tower rings ten,
I will go through the avenues with oak trees in Boston.
I don’t care anything if you forgiven,
I wonder whether there are any oak trees with yellow ribbons.

By Wentao Liu,
MAY 23, 2009, in Boston, USA

[护鸟使者]

我承认我是个逃避主义者，可有时逃跑是不管用的啊。环保西游记登报那是，我都逃到太平洋对岸了，还是被爸爸一个国际长途打过来训了一顿——晕！（详见本版《环保西游记——公益作秀又何妨》一贴） 这首诗就是在为走出这事的心理阴影，利用春假去东海岸散心时写的。当时阅读期考的文章就是《yellow ribbon>的故事，就发生在纽约34街长途汽车站——一个刑满释放的罪犯坐车回家，他曾其妻子寄信中说:“如果你能原谅我，继续和我生活，就在从纽约过来的必经之路上的橡树上系上黄色的蝴蝶结。”结果的确如此，当车驶入那座镇时，所有的橡树上都记着黄色的蝴蝶结，他被宽恕了。想来，对逃避主义者而言——世界本来就是个监狱啊，我能往哪跑？ 为什么家里就没有人理解我呢。