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本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 21:35 编辑
坟 文/晚枫
驴车光秃的木板
颠着我的香、纸钱、棉袄
铁锹、锄头、酒
是因了轻,还是重?
路看不到尽头
时晴时阴的天
随意制造并毁灭着
驴和车的影子
我想亲手燃一束香
让弥漫的烟
遮蔽今生来世的界线
我想烧掉所有的纸钱
让火焰铸成的青灰
买断天朝地府的牌匾
您缝的花棉袄
我拿来的酒
温暖了我的童年
祭奠了您的清明
多想趴在坟上
痛哭一场
再说上两句
磕三个响头
可您的骨灰
多年前撒在了河里
(2011.4.7)
The Grave
by Rhapsodia(晚枫)
The bare board of the donkey cart
Jolts my joss sticks and paper, my cotton coat
A shovel, a hoe and my liquor bottle
Seemingly light or heavy
The road has no end in sight
The intervals of the sun and clouds
Casually make and erase
The cart’s and donkey’s shadow
I’d love to light up a bundle of joss sticks
And let the spreading smoke
Cover the boundary between this and that world
I’d love to burn every piece of joss paper
And let the ash out of the flames
Buy out all the plaques in heaven and hell
Remember that cotton coat you sew for me
And the bottle of liquor I bring
Warmed up my childhood
And marks the memory of your Qingming
How I want to embrace the grave
And give a good cry
Say a couple of words
And give three resounding kowtows
But your bone ash
Was cast into the river years ago
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