我将来的花草叶
My future flowers, plants, and leaves
“一生或许只是几页，不断在修改和誊抄的诗稿”，而告别，就是我诗节后的句号，说着结束，却是为了再提笔，再接续，再出发。
A lifetime may only be a few pages, constantly revised and transcribed poetry, "and farewell is the period after my poetry festival. Saying goodbye is to pick up the pen again, continue, and set off again.
在这个句号前，我勉强能成文的初中三年已为我种出了含苞的骨朵。尚未见光的花蕊里，流动着一千个清晨的诵声，一千个夜晚的灯光和十万个小时里的无数句“我要盛开“。
Before this period, the three years of junior high school that I could barely write about had already planted budding buds for me. In the flower buds that have not yet seen the light, there flow a thousand morning chants, a thousand night lights, and countless sentences of 'I want to bloom' for 100000 hours.
在这个句号前希望始终是蜗居在种子里的芽，向上的气力和挺身的果敢常在黑暗的泥中喑声。不理想的成绩和不升反降的瓶颈期生生踩灭灰中复燃的火苗。
Before this period, hope is always a bud nestled in the seed, with upward strength and courage often silenced in the dark mud. The unsatisfactory results and the bottleneck period of declining instead of rising have extinguished the reigning flames in the ashes.
在这个句号前，我龟缩在家中不肯远行，正如秋后挂在枝上不肯飞开的枯叶，贪恋有所依靠也贪恋有所慰藉。
Before this period, I cowered at home and refused to travel far, just like the withered leaves hanging on a branch after autumn that refuse to fly away, yearning for support and comfort.
新年伊始，重新铺开的白纸上落不下半点墨迹，回望去年，原是未曾告别。
At the beginning of the new year, there was no ink left on the newly unfolded white paper. Looking back at last year, there was no farewell.
是以我需要告别，为我将来的花，草，叶。
It's because I need to say goodbye for my future flowers, grass, and leaves.
以告别做最后一把火，烧开骨朵将歇的生气，让六月的枝头沾染春意，让三年前的呼唤传回，催动诗节新起。
To bid farewell as the last flame, to ignite the vitality of the buds, to imbue the branches of June with spring, to bring back the call of three years ago, and to stir up a new chapter in poetry.
以告别摆开种子包衣，吹开碳化已死的灰，剥出仍可破土而出的芽，延续草的坚韧，行远还生。
Say goodbye to opening the seed coat, blow open the carbonized dead ash, peel off the buds that can still break through the soil, continue the toughness of the grass, and survive even when traveling far.
以告别挣开枝桠，朝远方展翅，大胆前行，下一回的绿叶还会在原位探出脑袋，生命是不息的，远方是可追的。
To bid farewell, break free from the branches, spread your wings towards the distance, boldly move forward, and the next green leaf will still stick its head out of its original position. Life is endless, and the distance is trackable.
为我将来的花，草，叶，告别去日的胆小和懒惰，写好句号，在新年再启风帆。
For my future flowers, grass, and leaves, bid farewell to the cowardice and laziness of the past, write a full stop, and set sail again in the new year.