在白村
小路蠕動著
爬進(jìn)村旁的玉米地
幾個(gè)從微信里走出的人
圍坐在池塘邊
仿佛童年的小伙伴
像詩人,或者一群酒鬼
被一首詩灌醉
夜色打包
拎走剩余的表情
In Baicun Village
The path wriggles
Into the cornfield next to the village
Several people coming out of WeChat*
Are sitting around the pond
Like childhood playmates
Or poets, or a group of drunkards
Intoxicated by a poem
The night packs up
And takes away the remaining emojis
老 師
揚(yáng)起的粉末
如一場雪
填平青春的酒窩
一把刷子
擦凈滿臉的疲憊
頭發(fā)里又長出
幾根粉筆
Teacher
Chalk powder flying in the air
Like snow
Fills the dimples of your youth
An eraser
Wipes clean your weary face
And from your hair grow
A few more chalks
秋已深
大雁南飛
留下枝頭閑置的巢
無家可歸的人
把身體縮在街頭的木椅上
像一把生銹的卷尺
秋己深
風(fēng)一口氣吹滅了
夕陽
Deep Autumn
Wild geese have flown south
Leaving the nests idle on the branches
A homeless person
Curls up in a wooden chair on the street
Like a rusty tape measure
It is deep autumn now
The wind, with one puff, blows out
The setting sun
秋 天
卸下枝頭幾聲蟬鳴
一件一件摘下
春天戴給大地的飾物
一場接一場的雨
洗掉城市滿臉的脂粉
糧草入倉
故鄉(xiāng)枕著幾聲呼嚕
一頭扎進(jìn)夢里
Autumn
It removes a few cicadas' chirps from the branches
And one by one takes off
The ornaments Spring put on Earth
One rainfall after another
Washes off the city's makeup
Crops and forage in granaries
My hometown, on the pillow of a few snores
Plunges into dreamland
土 豆
不挑肥揀瘦
靠一把黃土傳宗接代
像鄉(xiāng)下一幫窮親戚
從不拋頭露面
咽下一滴淚
活著
Potato
Never picky about what's given
He carries on his clan in yellow earth
Like poor relatives in the country
He never shows his face
But swallows a tear
And lives on
秋 雨
用一塊舊抹布
一件一件清洗著
像一位臨時(shí)聘請的鐘點(diǎn)工
一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)摳出
深藏在靈魂暗處的污垢
擦凈人間的油漬
讓世界一塵不染
Autumn Rain
With an old rag
It cleans one thing after another
Just like an hourly temp cleaner
Bit by bit
Digging out filth hidden deep in the soul
And wiping up every oil stain
To make the world spotless