梅
——纪念者之九
夜雨，传来敲远山的震响，
我拉开门，一场初雪漫漫漫过来，
风轻轻喊了一声，梅，你好！
雪，就成为旅游的一条捷径，
它掩盖的就是我眼不见心不烦的。
多年前怀抱陶罐汲水的少女，
围红纱巾，紧蹙眉心，
像一炷香，点燃在梦里，缭绕。
明月窗花，夜归人解开打结的背影，
抖落的清欢，落地艳艳无声。
Plum
—Remembrance No. 9
In the rain at night, from the far mountains a trembling sound,
A first snow slow diffusing over, the door I opened,
Hello plum! The wind gently shouted.
The snow has become the tourism’s a shortcut,
What it covered is that if I did not see I would not be upset.
Years ago, the girl with a pottery embraced in her arms,
In her red scarf, frowning her eyebrows,
Shrouding in a dream like a stick of lighted incense.
People returned at midnight, on lattice window moon shadowing,
Untied their knotted backs, their ease shaken off, is gorgeously, silently falling.
花动揺
——纪念者之二十
蜜蜂的空别针，纷纷插进春天的花蕊中，
尖锐的渴望，令大地眩晕，野风吹乱了，
锯齿形的彤云，双鬓上的花粉，
一对秘密恋人解开了颤栗的蝴蝶结。
山顶上的旧寺庙，经幡缠绕，花动摇，
懒洋洋的仕女，一溜烟从花瓣中款款走出来，
老和尚的春眠，像风诵的花经，
一半是落英，一半是缤纷。
The Flower Swaying
—Remembrance No. 20
Bees’ empty pins have inserted in spring flowers
The sharp desire makes the earth dizzied and the wild wind blew
Serrated clouds and pollen disordered on cheeks
Untied thrilled bowknot a pair of secret lovers
The old temples on hilltop, prayer flags twining and flower swaying
The lazy ladies swiftly came out in leisure from the petals
Old monk’s spring sleep, like the wind through the chanting flowers
A half fallen, and a half blooming
©Translated by Sophy Chen