杨若鹏诗选：（10首）

老了，我就住在海边

老了，我就住在海边
一所遮风避雨的木屋即可
无需网络，也不必上锁
养一只猫，一只狗
同享三餐,观日出日落

老了，我就住在海边
自觉地退出大陆的居所
随浪花的脚印，舒展在沙滩里
随海鸥展翅，一同呼吸
眼底是大海明暗中变幻的光泽

春秋的芒锷上，草木枯了又绿
我已不再去辨认南北东西
是非对错也找到了各自的归宿
无垠的大地上，水又从天而降
朝着大海奔忙

蔚蓝的天空里，干净的云朵
飘过，我在门口的院子里
种菜，品茶，听潮起潮落
致兴时，歌颂祖国的山河
继续老着，坐拥大海的辽阔

When I Was Old I’d Like to Live by the Sea

I’d like to live by the sea when I was old
A wooden shelter will be ok
With no network, it does not need to be locked
I will raise a dog and a cat
With me sharing meals and watching the sunrise and sunset

I’d like to live by the sea when I was old
I will consciously quit my dwelling of continent
With waves’ footprints stretching in the sand
Stretching wings with gulls, breathing with gulls
It is the sea’s luster changing secretly, in my eyes

On the edge of Spring and Fall, vegetation is withered and green
I am no longer to identify the north and south
Things right or wrong also found their own home
Water from heaven, on the boundless earth
Towards the sea in bustle

In blue sky, clean clouds
Is drifting away, in front of my door in the yard
I am planting vegetables, having tea, listening to the ebb and flow
When I have an interest, I will praise of the mountains and rivers of my motherland
Sitting on the sea’s vast, continuous I am old

[四川]紫影（《藏香》作品选）

白月光（外四首）

从远方
或近旁擦燃火
灯影朦胧，光倾倒让人生产欲望。
冬夜冷了
秋已经蜕下秋色衣裳
轻轻地，我把她的影子来想象。
月到天心处
那怕你努力逃离，或继续
隐藏。
我也可以回眸，淡淡嫣然一笑中，就悄悄地捡走了
你遗失的那一线
白月光。

洗秋

穿越时空
我闲翻你的情欲
倘若爱你，你是我的一只眼睛
带给我灯火的光明

想一夜不见你踪迹
影子里的影子就沉迷醉态锦里

如果我与陌生人等待秋临
诗意的漂浮期
长江水长，潮长潮落漫过了海堤

一直处于恍惚中
望眼天涯
他年后海角的南海姹紫又嫣红

亲爱的，做你的月光恋人
来随跟我乘风归去
原来忏悔，原来落笔洗秋完全可以治愈
相思病。

雅

你来
我等紫薇花开
夜风情，一滴水蕴藏腰肢摇摆
一地的爱
满溢一城孤独
如果我学会像盐样融化
你们看啊！
你走到那里裹身漂浮的都是白
红红火火的日子
待夕阳初现时，仿佛有游子游过来

九月，长相思

九月一日子时已过
时光很匆忙
我坐在你的对面把影子张望
倘若倾心
一瞬间伸手
就可以抚摸到彼此脸庞
像蜘蛛一样编织情网的人们啊！
九月，长相思
菊花零落会幻化成你的女人
忘记忧伤忘记遗失得美好
等你入梦，翻云覆雨的秋水暗藏幽香
黎明后，我想他的
天空
定会清朗。

梦蝶

一直沉寂恍惚中
想问天
红龙翻腾，曾宠幸过哪一片稻田？
青云偶尔闪现
你恐吓过紫雨落下
绿色麦浪很嫣然，很耀眼
荷上又开莲花好缠绵
母亲啊！
近几天我轻轻路过你身边，执子之手
一掌开紫
看我的影子渐渐长大
离开哈尔滨后我会怀念
沧海桑甘
流淌的诗意仿佛行走在乌苏里，而让黑龙江水
泛松花

[ Sichuan] Purple Shadow

The White Moon (and other four poems)

From afar
Or near I rub to light a fire
Lights in the dim, its shadows pouring down let people produce desire
In cold winter night
Autumn has already shed its autumn clothes
Gently, I imagine her shadow
The moon in the heart of heaven
Even if you try to escape, or continue
To hide
I can look back, and in my light smile quietly pick up
A line of white moon
You’ve lost

Washing Autumn

Through space and time
I’m leisurely turning your passion
If I love you, you’re one of my eyes
Brought me the bright lights

Only one night I didn’t see your trail
Shadows addicted to drunkenness in shadows

If I am waiting for the autumn coming with strangers
In the time of poetic floating
Yangtze River, water long, waves tiding to sweep over the seawall

Have been in a trance
Eyes to the horizon
Yeas later, in the far South China Sea, the flowers will bloom in purple and blue-green

Honey, I will do your moonlight lover
Come with me and go back by winds
The original confession and washing autumn by writing on paper can just completely cure
Lovesickness

Elegance

You come here
I am waiting for crape myrtle flowering
In the tender night wind, a drop of water swings its hidden waist
A land of love
Is overflowing in a lonely city
If I’ve learned to melt as the salt done
You see ah!
It is the floating white wrapped with where you go
In the booming days
At the beginning of sunset, as if there’s a wanderer swimming towards me

Missing You in September

The first day in September when it passed 1a.m
Time in a hurry
I sat across from you looking at your shadow
If we love each other
In a moment stretching our hands
We can touch our faces
People are weaving their love nets as a spider ah!
In September missing their lovers
Chrysanthemum fallen will be turned into your woman
She forgot the sadness and the beauty of loss
Waiting for you fall asleep, her fragrance hidden in the surging fall’s water
After dawn, I think he’s
Sky
Must be cool and bright

The Butterfly Dream

Have been in quiet trance
I want to ask the sky
The Red Dragon somersaults in the shy and which rice field is your lucky one?
Occasional flashing the dark clouds
The Purple Rain falling over you threatened
The green rippling wheat is very sweet, very bright
The lingering lotus flowers bloom on lotus
My mother ah!
In recent days I gently passing around you, holding your one hand
Purple lotus blooming in one palm
Watching my shadow grown up
I will miss you after I left Harbin
The green fields along surging Heilongjiang River
The poetry flowing as if I’m walking in the Ussuri River, and let the water in Heilongjiang River
Splashing pine flowers

(Translated by Sophy Chen)

赵兴中诗选  《花动摇》节选 （苏菲英译）

赵兴中诗选

秀
——纪念者之一

风景区漫天大雪，天气预报称，
暴风雪就要来了。

凌霄花，站在峭壁上赞美，
秀，拿着话筒喊，白雪，你姐姐叫你转移。

半山腰的避雷针，聚散两依依，
专程驾车来此看雪的游客面面相觑。

有人抛媚眼，秀在雷神庙玻璃窗上哈热气，
乌鸦，沿着雪掩埋的道路走入歧途。

Show
—Remembrance No. 1

On scenic area, in the sky snow whirling,
The weather forecast says: a snowstorm is coming.

The Campsis praise, standing on the cliffs,
Show takes the microphone to shout: Snow, transfer your sister asks.

The lightning rod on hillside doesn’t want to be separated at all,
The tourists came to see the snow by cars looking at each other eyeball to eyeball.

Someone leers at Show in the temple she blows hot air on the glass window,
A crow goes astray, along the road covered snow

兰
——纪念者之二

幽香要自己的积蓄，火焰想擎起熄灭，
草籽捧着茎，一个人藏内心于气节之内。
嫩芽摇春风，
引蝶来复去。

对面一条浅河水，缠绕两座秋高山，
莺莺燕燕从不害羞，蝴蝶喜欢情深意长。
野花兀自烂漫，
石头保持沉默。

Orchid
—Remembrance No. 2

The blaze want to life up itself died out, your fragrance accumulated,
The seeds holding their stems and in his integrity a man hides his inside.
The buds shaking in the spring wind,
Butterflies coming and going are attracted.

On opposite, a shallow river is winding round two autumn mountains,
Orioles and swallows are never shy, butterflies like the love never ends.
Blooming alone wildflowers,
Only stones keep silence.

[台湾] 方明 《巴黎 哭泣》 （苏菲英译）苏菲诗歌&翻译网

巴黎 哭泣
方 明

——哀悼花都11月13日屠戮——

巴黎是很憂鬱的
爆崩的氤氳撕裂浪漫的
臉龐 殷紅的秋是血河泫染
窸窣落葉 死神的冷目狙擊着
劇院正值風月吭唱
柔情的摇喊與裸情的子彈
交錯出變調的輓歌

巴黎是很憂鬱的
燙熱的杯觥是紅酒是迸濺血漿
波特萊爾的詩歌被蹂躪成逃亡之淚水
足球與榴彈相互竄向喑鳴的目標
卡繆的「反抗者」與 存在荒謬在此
痛苦印證人類忐忑的體溫

巴黎是很憂鬱的
璀燦的鐵塔與凱旋門的無名火焰
開始漸漸蕭森闃然
空靜的咖啡館仍匍匐攀爬着
盧梭與大仲馬的精靈
彼此爭辨着自由與恩仇的宣言

而小酒館仍飄來悠揚的爵士玫瑰人生

2015 年 11月15日完稿
[Taiwan] Fang Ming Paris Is Crying （Sophy Chen’s Poetry Translation C-E）
Sophy Poetry & Translation Website Reported Firstly

Paris Is Crying

By Fang Ming

— To Mourn the Slaughter on November 13 in the Most Beautiful & Romantic Capital —

Paris is very melancholy.
The enshrouding smoke of a sudden explosion tore her romantic
Face. In the bright red autumn, the rivers of blood stained
The rustling fallen leaves. The cold eyes of death are sniping
The theatre, singing in her romantic throat, with love affairs.
The tender shaking, shouting and bullets of naked love
Staggered out of the tone of elegy.

Paris is very melancholy.
Wine in hot wine glasses is the red wine, and is the splashing blood plasma.
Baudelaire’s poetry has been torn into tears fleeing.
Football and grenade are mutually up to silent crying target.
Camus’ The Rebel and existentialism are paradoxical here
Which sadly confirm the mankind uneasy body’s temperature.

Paris is very melancholy.
The unknown flame of splendid Eiffel Tower and Triumphal Arch
Slowly start to be dreary, desolate and quiet.
Empty and quiet cafe being crept and climbed
The elves of Rousseau and Alexandre Dumas
Are another arguing of the declaration on freedom and hatred

While the bistro still floats the melodious jazz, La Vie En Rose

Finalized, November 15, 2015

Translated by Sophy Chen 2015-11-17

（本诗原始语言为汉语，由苏菲首次翻译成英语，在中国大陆发表，如有转载请注明出处）
（Its original language is Chinese, it is firstly translated by Sophy Chen into English and published in the mainland of China and if you will reproduce it please indicate the source.）