Generative Branding & Interactive Systems
Snowman
（雪人）
（雪人）
In a world of minus three degrees,
she builds a snowman,
pressing red dates into its face—
twin buttons of vision,
nerves stitched by sight.
At the center of the lake,
a rolling sphere of snow
crushes the fish
that died of thirst
beneath the ice.
Around her,
the crowd wears celebration—
a red sun coiling
like a serpent
over their laughter.
They call it freedom,
this joy
inside a snowman’s
silent thaw.
She melts, too.
The sunlight warms
but never quite enough.
She freezes into strings
of glass marbles,
falling into soft soil,
without a sound.
零下三度的天里
她堆雪人
把枣变成视觉神经的连襟
湖中央
滚动的大球
压倒了因
干涸而死去的游鱼
周围的人群
喜庆的帷幕披着
红色的太阳
像蛇形盘踞
他们欢笑
一一这是自由
在一个雪人的
无声融化里
她也被融化
阳光晒的温度很低
她冻成
一缕一缕的弹珠
落在松软的泥土上
没有声音