目光,穿越死亡的废墟 文/野鹰
My View Passes Through the Ruins of Death
My view passes through the ruins of death
I want to cry, but no tears
I want to write a beautiful poem, but no idea
I am determined to insert my credit card
Into southwest china
And into Wenchan County
Let the villagers of disaster area
To get clear water, foods, clothes and quilts
When I face to paradise
The land of 9.6 MLN square kilometers
Is raising the eyes
The tremble is only a flash
But eternity
Hands’ power
Links blood relationship of motherland
To form a breakthrough
The passageway of death
Wenchuan County
You are the son who has buried by the ruins
You are standing up in the ruins
And straightening your chest
目光,穿越死亡的废墟
欲哭无泪,欲写无诗
我把持有的信用卡
插向西南,插向汶川
让受难的乡亲们
取出清水、粮食和衣被
当我面朝天空
960万平方公里的大地
和我一样举起目光
震颤只是一瞬
而永恒,手挽手的力量
已把祖国的血脉
连成突破死亡的通道
汶川,你这个掩埋的儿子
正从废墟爬起,挺身站立