关于描写浮萍的诗

多像一个游子

More like a wanderer

小小年纪

At a young age

便遍尝颠沛流离之苦

I will taste the hardships of wandering and wandering all over again

警惕着任何方向的风吹草动

Be alert to wind and grass in any direction

激荡的心

Exciting Heart

已经不起哪怕是一粒石子的碰撞

I can't afford even a collision of stones anymore

流浪的脚步

Wandering footsteps

靠不停地摩擦

By constantly rubbing

汇聚着团圆的温度

Gathering temperature

归来的行囊里

In the backpack of the return

装满的不仅仅是甜甜的糖果

It's not just filled with sweet candy

还有独享的忧伤

And exclusive sadness

无论漂泊的半径有多长

No matter how long the radius of drifting is

家永远是不变的圆心

Home is always the unchanging center of the circle