我的诗歌如是说
文/仇润芝
我是他造的
一个干柴撑着的老头
八十多岁的手脑都不灵便了
还天天像泥匠一样捏我
横捏捏竖捏捏
睡醒一觉端详端详再捏捏
等捏得可他的心眼了
才把我放出去
他捏我就是捏他自己
他的人生，他的骨肉，他的情感
他前世的充实
他来生的迷茫
捏得我高兴时他就开怀大笑
捏得我喊疼时他就痛哭流涕
他是被我左右着的疯子
放出去的我若有疏漏
他就把我收回来再捏一次
若有人为我翘拇指
他就望着泰山
给人家致敬
我不在乎这些
我在乎的是他死后
我怎么替他喘息
My Poems Say So
By Qiu Runzhi
I am made by him
I am an old man supported by dry wood
My hands and brain in their eighties are inflexible
But he shapes me with clay like a craftsman
Horizontal and vertical
When he wakes up, he gazes at me and goes on his work
He does not let me out
Until he is satisfied
When he moulds me, he moulds himself
His life, his flesh and blood, and his emotion
His fullness of previous life
His confusion of afterlife
He laughs when I am happy
He cries when I feel pains
He is a lunatic dominated by me
If the released me makes a mistake
He will take me back and make me again
If someone praises me
He will look far at Mount Tai
And extend a salute to him
I don’t care this
What I care is how I breathe for him
When he dies
母亲走的那个晚上
文/王凤飞
他说母亲不停地让他们把油灯往亮拨一拨
他们每个人都拨了一次
母亲还是嫌不够亮
最后一次是母亲拨的
灯花一下子蹿得老高
The Night His Mother Passed away
By Wang Fengfei
He said his mother kept telling them to turn up the oil lamp
They each did it once
Yet his mother still believed it wasn’t bright enough
It was she who turned it up the last time
The light flickered up very very high
木匠
文/孟萌
我们一起做个木匠
将一棵树木刨出无数朵花
看油墨的吊线
裁剪荒芜，蝴蝶的伤疤
我们一起做个木匠
与生活打磨成相互嵌合的榫卯结构
安一把椅子
深入中年摇晃
我们忘记一棵树木身后的悬崖
我们在一把椅子上
任凭风雨吹打
The Carpenter
By Meng Meng
Let’s be a carpenter
We plane countless flowers out of a tree
Watch the suspension wire of ink
And crop desolation and butterflies’ scars
Let’s be a carpenter
Polish our life into tenon and mortise structure
Install a chair
And rock it in our middle age
We forget the cliff behind the tree
We sit on the chair
Despite rain and wind
在寺庙
文/曹正峰
别人跪的时候
我的心偷跪着
别人擎香
我偷举着自己
两次被点燃
一次，被雨水中递出来的光线
一次，被飘落的千年银杏叶的反光
最重要的
我还被浇灭两次
一次，爬行妇人的细语微声被我偷听
一次， 故乡传来又一亲人离世的消息
In the temple
By Cao Zhengfeng
When others kneeled
My heart was on its knees secretly
When others held the incense
I held myself secretly
I was lit twice
Once, by the light delivered by rain
And the other time, by the reflection of fallen ginkgo leaves
What was the most important was
I was dampened twice
When I overheard a crawling woman’s whisper
And, when the news of another family member’s passing away came from my hometown
零钱
文/子青悠然
他敲打出星石
想祖母，想用红绸布包裹碎币的人
一株葡萄藤缠绕的夏天
冰砖。老冰棍。酸梅汤的午后
一个静物。一只小猪躲着吃食的基地。一份反复、重复的制造
童声独唱与合唱的大剧场，曲目大同小异
偶尔，咣当一声
落进某个搪瓷缸中的小小忧伤
很快又被嘈杂吞噬和遗忘。但从不会绝迹的一枚小小铁质金属
它存在，是无须找零的暖
Change
By Ziqing Youran
He knocks out asteriated stones
Thinking of grandma, who wanted to wrap coins with red silk
One summer intertwined by grapevines
Ice blocks. Old Popsicles. Afternoons of plum soup
A still life. A base where piglets hid and ate food. A repetitive, repetitive production
Children’s solo and chorus theatre, whose repertoires were much the same
Every now and then, clash—
A little sadness fell into some enamel jar
And soon, it was swallowed up and forgotten by noise. But what never vanishes is a small piece of iron
There it exists, the warmth that needs no change
这就不是人操心的事儿了
文/李威
他说：自古以来
镇住我们这片国土的是狮子
朱漆大门外的狮子
镇住大户人家
大户人家镇住
下面的小户人家
如此，就把整片国土镇住了
“可是，狮子归谁镇呢”
狮子们自有它们的狮子官、狮子王
一级镇一级
这就不是人操心的事儿了
It’s Not What a Man Worries about
By Li Wei
He said: since ancient times
It has been the lion that dominates our land
The lions outside the red-painted gate
Dominate the wealthy and influential family
And this family dominates
Ordinary families
Thus dominating the whole nation’s territory
“But who dominates the lions?”
The lions have their own lion officials and the lion king
The upper rank dominates the lower rank
And it is not what a man worries about
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