收起一把黑伞
天光也随之阴暗了
视觉效应也许不足靠
心理效应却是靠谱的
若不然
就难以解释人的行为了
如果止于某一点
一只花蝴蝶落在一朵花上
潜意识可能无法分清
那是两朵花在成双起舞
还是一种视觉的异化叠加
找到一个定点
也就确定了一段轨迹
一个人傲立于一块山石
说不定就成了一座纪念碑
死后多年仍在向世界招手
用无数根雨水擦燃火柴
并非一桩不可能之事
看看闪电就知道了
星火燎原之天象
宁可点到为止
拒绝为天下大乱负责
正如用小说中的人物
去衡量现实中的人物
是无论如何也行不通的
On abruptly erecting water
in the sprayed fog
who smiles in her preexistence?
Who stands under a tree where
green shade, as water, pours down to heel?
When your life spurts pillar of water
who, standing shoulder to shoulder with you
touches your heart?
Strike me, splash me, and transform me
The midnight moonlight overflows the wall of water
A dream and flowing water are always like this:
sometimes staying tranquil, sometimes pouring out
blasting news
about you and me, the inner truth
When other pillars of water gradually fade away
and you too, finally leave
The echo of memory is no longer a tremor
I scan myself over again: now
Only one pillar of water remains, experiencing
calm solitude, gushing
into stele, wall, monument
wilderness with blossom, village with herds
summer street passed by sprinkler
gloomy riverbed, and lighthouse on reef
How do we shape ourselves into
new images, whether they are pillar of water, monument
brick wall, or a silent chrysalis
that turns into a butterfly after twitch
and dances in the years’ sky
关于夏天的传说，关于
从鹊桥两端靠近的可人儿
节气过后就再不见提起
一切都合乎礼仪
一旦露真，脱下礼服
谁能预料会发生什么呢
时过境迁，断不至于
一点也不念旧情吧
要不怎么会暑热如昨退回往事呢
不过，当你站在门槛前顾后盼
胸贴盛夏的余热，背靠冷秋的崛起
便知季节去意已定，不会改变了
春风曾鼓胀原野的青衫
拂过毗邻竹苑的蒲公英
看它头顶的黄花
如何借喻湖畔的芦花
自留些许，其余匀给黄昏
下一场潇潇粉雨
然后说，一切都过去了
岸畔黄叶鼓瑟，音符络绎
你听，水韵的确已饱含秋声了
但女红的颜色
仍然哼着一曲牛郎之歌
在客人云集的厅堂
话语无不凸显秋意
出口的是女儿的女儿
儿子的儿子
If you were a mollusk
the pain you bear
would be much severer than a vertebrate’s
Sometimes you can only observe
how a song from afar
like an earthworm
squirms, swells, and finally
festers in your heart
Don’t remember when the boundaries and limits
are overlapped
making a great frustration to the emotional rules
The traffic lights have gone wrong
There is a flame over the street
The police patrol frequently calls out, the siren
like a canine, seizes the vehicle running away
To hard intrusion
from the initial whack
you respond quickly by shrinking yourself
As to adapting for sharp appliance
it is nothing more than lacking backbone
bruised and cut through
bearing the suffer silently, never budge
for greeting the new turn of cycle
However to those softer than you
you appear not to know what to do
like the song from afar
can soften you to a puddle of mud
then turn the mud to clean water
a trail of smoke
燃烧的是树枝
但火光看见的是色染的空
枝头先冒出一缕烟
然后升起一个金黄气球
而牵着气球的那根线
被隐身者拉紧，又放松
树枝的实有，从一开始
就完全无力控制火苗
烽火轮上红孩儿的骄横
全无灵秀的水性，殊不知
冰，水为之，而寒于水
火，木纵之，而自焚之
宠溺的结果果只能自己咽下
其实，论证异化的方式
大可不必如此残忍极端
异化既是一种分离
更是一种活剥
但在撩开其华丽面纱时
难道非要听一声惨叫不可吗？
给你话语权指鹿为马
你会做赵高第二吗？
学术毕竟是学术
证明空与实有的关系
每一步皆须踩准逻辑
空本来依附于实有
后来势力做大
就反过来成为实有
变一度绿色的树枝为空
如果抛开理论只看现实
为什么双方不能妥协
双赢成久燃不熄的磷火呢？
就连春秋时代的郑庄公
对与自己为敌的生母
也未使其灰飞烟灭
而是黄泉相见，其乐融融
On one hand dream exaggerates us
enabling our beard to rise sky high
our languor become romance
our coward turn into presumption
Dream constantly applauds us
giving extra credits to us
On the other hand
Dream relentlessly belittles us
exposing our hypocrisy
making our barbarity touchable
Dream constantly leaks our secrets
deducting our points
Plus and minus
pierce our balloon of ideal
following teeth along the open mouth of clock
wash off the light broth in the bowl
If the phenomenological reduction
forcefully strips the ribs of rationality
then could defining dream and reality
be ultimately the same?
不同的小兽在你心里吼叫
用形状、声音、皮色的重叠
组成一个五花斑斓的世界
铺盖，混声，此起彼伏
一顶帽子戴在不同的铃声上
七个小矮人肩扛七个音符
开始了一场组字比赛
你的心思无法不牵动岁月的南北朝
在流水浑浊的江岸
兽齿亮出的白旗和兽尾拖长的黑夜
交替在摇摆不定的渡口
涛声里月亮圆熟了
在你眸中的湖泊无声淌水
而你不得不退回
敏感的年龄面对激流是危险的
你的座右铭会莫名其妙滑坡
穿衣镜变成天文望远镜
虽不情愿，你仍会扮演一次嫦娥
为期待心理整合的人提供安慰
首音和尾音彼此追逐
像一只猫狂追自己的尾巴
发出兴奋难耐的尖叫
而以光年计算
你尚未完成文化符号就躺倒了
当铃声再起的时候
眼前出现巴甫洛夫的狗
条件反射地在你心里分泌唾液
Led by the name of a place
a nightwalker of daylight
along the coffee’s wakened pulse
The matured fruit juice sweetens in blood
No matter how a road is to be taken
at the end, the road still leads to itself
Shaping square or circle, the fixed point has four corners
each one can be self justified
The mature is always relative
It can be measured by dreamless rationality
and be decorated by lintels of dream as well
At the edge of a trash cabin
lay a dog-eared Anna Karenina
Is it implying
the reader has given up looking for the railway track
Checking emails, online videoing
The fairy on the phone
after witnessing countless insomnia
gingerly bypasses the minefield
The caller says the code signal as usual
but the content of the code
is sound asleep somewhere unknown
In the steadiness of one’s walk
one reveals his mental state
indicating he is heading for autumn or spring