二十二个一百年。明朝的灰烬，夹着前代的地层，
七层北宋，紧密，看不见一片青瓷，
也不见唐朝的刀刃染上后宫的舞裙和烛影；
既不坚硬，也不高冷，
土的本色，能尝出的味道，
强硬的风，吹不走一阵风似的南朝，
关键时刻挤压关键时刻，
南越王的乡愁，挤不出一丝尖叫。
哦，不要这么克制！让积怨的尘土飘得久远些！
幻象指引我们，
明朝的狼烟已从那拉氏的指缝间升起，
汉代的驿道，风尘仆仆，恭迎徽宗的皇冠，
太真跌倒的庭院，
草芥探出头，降下海昏侯的床榻，
烛台变绿，荒芜了始皇帝的梦境，
厓山的火炮，撼动整个关键柱，
黛玉的眼泪，让它们平静下来。
(共谋：南汉水井，白炽灯光，
送上地窖的收藏——最笨的舌头。)
堆积它的人早已离去。
怎样一种变化了的气候让它从地面升起？
怎样一种悲哀和冷静让它不再沉回地底？
怎样的切割能让俞伯牙的等待和钟子期的寻找不会平行交错？
怎样一种盲目引着我到它面前，让手机没了信号？
我们凑在一起观看，拍照，不曾察觉
它正变成一台点钞机，
清点我们背上的忠贞和落魄。
英文版：
Twenty-two hundred-years.
Anshes of Ming Dynasty, mixing with stratums of era prior,
Seven layers of Northern Song, compacted, within no sign of green porcelain,
Neither blade of Tang Dynasty dyed
With crinoline or shadows of candle.
Neither hard, nor cold-elegant,
Original colour of earth，taste could be get by tongue,
Fleeting the Southern Dynasty, stands up toany hard wind,
Critical moments squeeze critical moments
Nostalgia of the King of Nanyue, gives nota shriek.
O, not so much restraint!
Fantasies guide us.
Smoke signals of Ming Dynasty emit between Nara Clan’s fingers.
Post road of Han Danasty, fatigued, greeting the holy crown of Emperor Huizong.
The yard, where Imperial Concubine Yangfell down,
Grass growns up, heading to the bed aboveof Marquis Haihun.
Candlestick grows green, dream of FirstEmperor Of Qin goes desolation,
Shellfire of Yashan Battle, vibrates the Key Colume,
Tears in Daiyu’s eyes, tranquilize them.
（Conspirators: well of Southern Han Dynasty, light of filament lamp,
Gifting collections of the cellar——the clumsiest tongue.）
People accumulated it had passed by.
What a changed climate lift it up the ground?
What a sorrow and calmness keep it from sinking back the earth?
What excision could avoid the seperation of Yu Boya’s waiting and Zhong Ziqi's seeking?
What a blindness leads me to its face,
And disappears the signal of my mobile phone?
We gather and watch, take photos, unconscious of its changing
Into a cash counter,counting the loyalties and abjections on our back.
[ 本帖最后由 赵迁 于 2016-11-19 17:29 编辑 ]
