寡妇
鳞鳞的云刺绣天角，平原
廓廓的心扉，转向天蓝
指拇大的她，被茫茫油菜花环绕
任意，向春风深处，摆歌
娇羞的油菜花，像少女
胸脯的心，怦怦直跳
那年，她在田坎上
追着风跑
跑进油菜地，跑进爱情
半生逝去，身后是更大的暮色
笼罩，她想跑赢时间，跑出旧事
再穿一回白色连衣裙
扎一回马尾辫，可一旁的女儿
拽着她的衣角
像宿命又将她拽进了夜色
夜色将春风搂进怀抱，而油菜花
依着所剩的温存，像一个童话
走向成熟，走向凋零
Widow
The sky’s corner is embroidered with the scale-like clouds
The plains’ peaceful heart, turning to the blue sky
She is small as a thumb surrounded by the vast canola flowers
Arbitrarily, to the depths of spring, she is swinging songs
The shy canola flower, like a maid’s
Heart pounding in chest
In that year, she was on the ridge
Chasing the wind
Ranning into the canola flower field, ranning into love
A half of life gone, a bigger twilight enveloped
Behind, she wants to beat the time, ran out of old things
And wear a white dress once
To tie ponytail once, but her daughter beside
Is grabbing her clothes
To drag her into the night like her fate
The night embraces the spring, while the canola flower
Leans on the remaining tenderness, like a fairy tale
To mature, to wither
©Translated by Sophy Chen
