Lean on the Back
by Yuanyin
Yesterday I was 38
Today I am 78, old, out of beauty
I hitch along streets on my stick
A flock of kids come up
Calling me grandma with regards
Supporting me with hands onto a pew
I feel weak all over, no lean
But on the pew back. I look
At the old and rotten pew, I cannot think
Of its wrecked and long lonely look
Isn’t the pew old also?
All of a sudden I look back at its back
An indistinct word engraved by a knife greets me
Qingqing, I love you, please lean on me
靠背
文/沅茵
昨天 我38
今天 我78 老了 失去芳华
我扶着拐杖蹒跚街头
跑来一群孩子
尊敬地称我“老奶奶”
并搀我坐在长椅上
我好像浑身无力 没个依靠
只能倚在椅背
看着木质陈旧而腐朽的木椅
不忍想它长期独露风雨摧残的样子
难道椅子也老了
蓦然 回首椅背
一句刀刻的模糊字映入眼帘：
青青，我爱你，请靠在我的身上
中文转载自
http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_49e8995301008iki.html
