▋金句
杨角

去夕佳山，最美的事不外乎
听白鹤叫，闻桢楠香，看星月沉浮
那夜在聚贤山庄，三者我都赶上了
仿佛手里捏着三个金句，我一时
竟不知如何写诗。这几十年
我反复试过，再好的句子一旦
掉进一首庸常的诗里
都会像一个人，入错了行，跟错了群
都会像一粒火，在逃命途中遇上了雨和大风


Golden rule
Yang Jiao

There's nothing more beautiful than going to Xi Jia Mountain.
Listening to the cranes, smelling the fragrance of the evergreen shrubs, and watching the stars and the moon sink and float.
That night at Juxian Villa, I made it to all three.
As if holding three golden words in my hands, I momentarily
I don't even know how to write poetry. In these decades
I've tried over and over again to get the best sentence once
Falling into a mediocre pool of poetry
It's like a person who's in the wrong business, in the wrong crowd.
All will be like a grain of fire that meets rain and wind in its flight.

译/梵君


▋湿地
杨角

冬日的湿地上
小草仍在种植水珠
树木忙于扔掉发黄的叶子
褐色的水藻已经习惯
在冷水里腐烂
一只鹤从远处飞来
带来天空的白云
突然它
伸了伸脖子
把人间的寂静提到了喉咙


Wetlands
Yangjiao

Winter on the Wetlands
The grass is still growing water droplets.
Trees are busy throwing away their yellowing leaves
The brown algae are used to it.
It rots in cold water.
A crane flew in from a distance.
Bringing clouds to the sky
Suddenly it
Stretching my neck.
Bringing the silence of the world to your throat.

译/梵君

问好老师！因看您原创诗歌署名屈冰，所以昧问一下您是梵君吗？祝好~！