用数字说话

江玉中


不要再用道德来绑架，说什么
医院是救死扶伤的地方
我们也要紧跟时代步伐，用数字说话


Speak with Numbers

Jiang Yuzhong


Stop guilt tripping by saying
That the hospital is where lives are saved and wounds are healed
We must keep pace with the times and speak with numbers

礼花

俞能波


开放在空中
没有根基
再怎么绚烂
生命也极其短暂


Fireworks Display

Yu Nengbo


Blooming in the sky
And having no roots
Gorgeous as they look
Their lives are terribly short

梦

霓娃娃


梦是一个干瘪的苹果核

四周的海涌起来了
一朵朵浪花拍打着梦
它在湿润和阵痛中生出果肉和果皮
圆润如一轮彤红的月亮


Dream

Neon Doll


A dream is a shriveled apple core

The sea rising all around
And blossoms of spray slapping against the dream
It produces flesh and skin in moistness and pain
As round as a red moon

高空作业

语铃


桁架上跨坐着
像儿时骑着木马
“哐当”一声，扳手掉落
工友将它抛回高处
在高处，火焰花燃烧着


Work at Height

Yuling


Straddling the truss
Like a child riding a wooden horse
The wrench fell with a clang
One of the workmates threw it back
In the high place, sparks were burning

灯塔

天天天蓝


寂寞久了，一只跃跃欲试的小手
总想在光影中拓上自己的姓氏


The Lighthouse

Blue Sky


Being lonely for long, a little hand that itches to have a go
Is keen to rub its family name on the light and shadow

雾

笔名小小


弥天大谎


Fog

Xiaoxiao


A BIG LIE

鸟岛

黄亦


亚热带的鸟岛
说的是鸟语
只有鸟鸣
不能有落雪的声音


Bird Island

Huang Yi


The subtropical Bird Island
Speaks bird language
What can be heard is birds singing
Rather than sounds of snow falling

比喻

星空下的蟾


刚架好的高压线，比喻成琴弦
可以弹奏歌颂你们的音符

瘦小的架线工说：
不！那是根
直至扎进夜晚的故乡


Metaphor

Toad under the Stars


The highlines just set up are compared to strings
That can be plucked to eulogize you

The thin lineman argues:
Noooo! That is root
Creeping into the night of my hometown

酒鬼

微寒


电话里他一直说他在路上
我来来回回找了二十遍
愣是没找着

再后来，负责打扫这条街的环卫工人在一堆枯枝败叶里发现了他
一身的酒气


The Drunkard

Wei Han


On the phone he repeated that he was on his way
But looking back and forth 20 times
I couldn't find him

Later, the sanitation worker taking charge of this street found him in a pile of dead leaves
Smelling like a brewery

一个农民工的自画像

梦的门


放不下烟瘾就像放不下肩膀上的太阳

可怜了雪地上的影子
满身都是被浓痰砸出的坑


An Off-farm Worker's Self-portrait

Dreaming Door


His addiction to smoking is like the sun on his shoulder

What a pathetic shadow on the snow
Covered with holes made by phlegm