你伏在我的肩上 文/周占林

You Lean On My Shoulder
By Zhou Zhanlin

You lean on my shoulder
I seem to smell the elm seeds in village in childhood
A trail of faint scent in fresh and tender
Hangs on each morning when I open my wooden-door of cave-dwelling
With joy jumping on twigs of childhood

I have to keep the immobile pose
To let your delight as calm water on my shoulder
The lark in youth
Shuttles in unfindable alley
Moonlight pursues behind
Who wakes all the cocks in village

You lean on my shoulder
Like a rill of consciousness flowing through my mind
I’m like a wise fish
Who pours all the profound words.
The big boat over my head
Fills all the pistils in spring
Which’s waiting for a rainy season
To row from upper river
The mud and sand on river-bed
A lot look like an import water-bed

You lean on my shoulder
And I on happiness’


你伏在我的肩上
文/周占林


你伏在我的肩上
我仿佛闻到童年乡村的榆钱儿
一串串鲜嫩的清香
挂在我每天打开窑洞柴门的早晨
有欣喜在儿时的枝头跳跃

我只能保持那种不变的姿势
任你的愉快在我的肩头心静如水
那种少年时的嬉戏
在找不到的小巷穿梭
月光追在身后
把山村的所有雄鸡叫醒

你伏在我的肩上
像一条浅意识小河流过我的心头
我像一条智慧的小鱼
把所有的玄语倾吐
头顶的那艘大船
装满整个春天的花蕊
等待一个梅雨季节
在河的上游开放
而河底的泥沙
多像进口的水床

你伏在我的肩上
我伏在幸福的肩膀