守护墓地的芦苇

文/寒冰
译/李一凡

时间的素手抚过荒野的芦苇
路过的雨带走飘飞的尘埃
一切重归宁静

夜晚的风斜吹着
苇草没心没肺得疯长
转眼就高过墓碑
淹没先人的屋顶

我想踩过你
抵达我的母亲
你尖锐的利剑
穿透我
一片殷红
绽开朵朵红梅
就以此祭奠
念我名字的亲人
吧

The reed guardian of graveyard

By Hanbing
Tr. Yifan Li

The hands of the clock stroke the reed in the wilderness.
The transient rain sweeps the flying dust away.
All is in peace again.

The night wind shakes its tail.
The reed grows with no a hint of self-control,
that ,in the blink of an eye, it's taller than the graves where forefathers take their forever rests in.

I do an effort overstepping you when your sword stabs  in me.
With my body dyed red, I feel like being a red plum blossom which is being consecrated to mom timely.

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