雪中的石头
它挨冻,是因为内心的火没有燃起来
它像一尊修行的佛
一动不动
我看着,也一动不动
试图找到它该有的眉目、嘴唇和耳垂
或者内心包藏中的偈语
我也想像过,为什么那么多人从它身旁走过
而没有一个去理会
它一定有一个不为人知的秘密
多少年的席地而坐
似在等一个人
近距离开始一场纯白的交流?
我当然不是那人,我这样近距离地
看着它
仅仅是一个刀客平静之后的又一副面孔
Stone in the Snow
It feels cold because the fire inside has not been lit up
Like a practicing Buddha, it is
motionless
I gaze at it, in silence,
Trying to find the eyebrows, lips and earlobes it
should have or a Buddhist chant or hymn hidden in its heart
I also wondered why so many people passed it
but not a single person paid attention to it
It must harbor a secret nobody knows
Sitting on the ground for years
It seems to be waiting for someone
To start a clean white conversation up close?
Of course I'm not that person, I’m just so close looking at it
Who is, after a knife-slayer's calmness, another face
石像
被鬼斧砍伐
被时间研磨,之后
石头可以说话了
不过,我听不懂
只从石缝里的青苔
辩识出,它来自于江南
一个有着绸缎的地方
而它,没有衣着华丽
只有曾经被泥土遗弃的那张土脸
质朴、粗陋、有纵深的皱纹。像一个老农
缺少一件挡雨的蓑衣
一顶可以遮阳的草帽
它不曾淬火,但真正的火焰
对着我
只是,整个身子还陷在寺庙的影子里
让我慢慢逼近
The Stone Statue
After being cut by a ghost’s axe
And ground by time
The stone is able to speak
Yet I don’t understand
Only from the moss in the stone cracks
I can identify that it is from the Southern Land
The home of silk and satins
But it has no fancy dress on
Only the muddy face ever abandoned by dirt
Rough with deep wrinkles, simple and unadorned,
Like an old farmer
Who lacks a palm-bark rain cape
And a straw hat to shade the sun
It has never been quenched, but the real flame
Toward me gushes out of a hose
Yet its whole body is stuck in the shadow of the temple
So I am able to gradually get close
刹车
睡了,刹车的尖锐还在延续
我的身子还在向前
整个世界的黑还在扑面而来
各种怪异还在扑面而来
还有风,一个巨大容器
装着所有,扑面而来
我伏在地面上,被压得很扁
任由它们潜伏或者生长,甚至
在我体内形成新的伤疤
这一切,刹车显然毫无效果
Brake
I've fallen into sleep, yet the brake is still shrieking
My body still moving forward
The dark of the whole world
And all sorts of oddities still flooding toward my face
And the wind, a huge container,
Filled with everything, still flooding toward my face
I'm lying on the ground, squashed flat
Leaving them lurking or growing, even
Forming a new scar inside me
For all that, the braking is obviously useless
雪地里的落叶
一片树叶躺在雪地上
显得那么空旷
周围,没有一点和它相近的东西
哪怕是一样腐朽的黑色
它躺着,像一具尸体
更像一个被世界遗弃的句点
终生不了也终死不了
但它必须躺着,陪着纯洁
也必须继续黑着,为了一尘不染的洁白
它甚至
必须不断显得渺小、猥琐、可怜
最终让白覆盖了它
成为一枚表面光鲜的落叶
A Fallen Leaf in the Snow
A leaf is lying on the snow
It seems so empty and vast
Around, there is nothing similar to it
Even the same rotten black color
Like a corpse it is lying
More like a period abandoned by the world
It can't make a living, nor can it make a dying
But it has to lie there, in company with purity
It has to remain black as well, for the spotless pure white
It even
Has to constantly appear trivial, wretched, and pathetic
Finally it watches the white cover its face
And becomes a leaf with a fresh and fair surface
心里有颗不断拧紧的螺丝
凌晨,听到一个铁哥们
死了!!
我的心拧了一下
想想昨天还在通话,约面
那声音……,又拧一下
想小时候游戏,她是我的小夫人
心拧得更紧了!
再想想那次分离。想想几十年
全无生息,才有了联系
心,就不断不断地拧着
就像一颗螺丝,把左心房和右心房
拧在一起,分不清左右
My Heart Keeps Tightening Like a Screw
Early in the morning, I heard one of my buddies
Died!
My heart tightened
Just yesterday we were chatting on the phone, and making a date
Thinking of her voice... my heart tightens again
When we played games in childhood, she was my little lady
Thinking of this, my heart screws even tighter!
Then I think of that separation: for decades
We had heard nothing from each before just getting in touch
My heart keeps tightening
Just like a screw that wrings the left atrium and the right into one
making me unable to tell the left from the right