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(原稿) 蓝蜻蜓(散文诗)
■程洪飞
傍晚,一只蜻蜓误入我的房间。夕阳老去,天还没有黑透,黄光亮仍然漫进窗内。小蜻蜓钉在墙壁上一动不动,它早己睡熟。青青草岸上,是有一句话没有向你说出,并不是它忘记了。那一刻你正掠过水面,洗去沾在叶筋上的花粉。因为你的忙碌,它小睡一会,在睡眠中磨薄难熬的时间。它要说的话,将在明天早晨,或者后天午后对你说出。在你居住的黑森林里,你也许正在雨中清洗睫毛。虽然你仍然在忙碌,它也会鼓足勇气向你大声的喊出。蜻蜓醒来,已是灯熄灭的深夜。它飞上电脑屏幕,以为是飞回野外的窗口,并在屏幕上不断的撞击,拍打,含糊不清的说:这不是亮啊?一只深夜里孤独的小蜻蜓,寻找光亮,飞的筋疲力竭,最终死在键盘上。被蜻蜓尸体落下触动起伏的键盘,既然点开了屏幕深处你投来的信函,落进我的信箱。信上写到:怎么夜半还听到你的翅膀飞动声音?和刚才听到的你的翅膀折断声音?这可是接近黎明的时分。天空是没有亮透,可是黄的小光亮,已经漫进窗内。荡起的光亮中,一只小蜻蜓披一袭蓝衫,昨夜它曾边飞边唱:光亮也打不湿蜻蜓的衣裳。森林醒来,荡起的小光亮飘来了一枚绿叶子。可是,这只蓝蜻蜓的发生的死亡事件,我不会告诉你的。我只告诉你,千里之外虚构的一个童话故事。(2012年2月25日)
(修正稿) 蓝蜻蜓
傍晚,一只蜻蜓误入我的房间。夕阳老去,天还没有黑透,黄光亮仍然漫入窗内。小蜻蜓钉在墙壁上一动不动。它早已睡熟。青青草岸上,是有一句话没有向你说出,并不是它忘记了。那一刻你正掠过水面,洗着沾在叶筋上的花粉。因为你的忙碌,它小睡一会,在睡眠中磨薄难熬的时间。它要说的话,将在明天早晨,或者后天午后飞往你居住的黑森林,这个黄昏,你也许正在雨中清洗睫毛。虽然你仍然忙忙碌碌,它也会鼓足勇气向你大声说出那句话。蜻蜓醒来,已是灯熄灭的深夜。它飞上电脑屏幕,以为是飞回野外的窗口,并在屏幕上不断地撞击,拍打,含糊不清地说:这不是亮啊?一只深夜里孤独的小蜻蜓,寻找光亮,飞的精疲力竭,最终死在键盘上。被蜻蜓尸体落下触动的键盘,起伏中点开了屏幕,一封你投来的信函,落进我的信箱。信上写到:怎么夜半还听到蜻蜓翅膀飞动声音?和刚才听到它的翅膀折断声音?这可是黎明时分。告诉你,天空是没有亮透,可是昨天黄昏的小光亮仍然留在窗内。醒来的小蜻蜓披袭蓝衫边飞边唱:“森林森林,飘起绿叶子。河水粼粼,樱花的香。坐上你撑来的小船,打不湿蜻蜓的衣裳”。如果你听不见它的歌声,有什么关系。可是,这只蓝蜻蜓发生的死亡事件,我绝不会告诉你的。我只告诉你,千里之外虚构的一个童话故事。
(2012~2014年 宁国青龙湖)
BLUE DRAGONFLY
译者:忍淹留
In the evening,a dragonfly was winging into my room by mistake。The setting sun was being old,not dark completely,yellow shine still be inside the window. Little dragonfly was fast asleep motiomless,as nailed over the wall.In the side of green grass,there was some sentence not told to you,and not forgotten by it.you were skimming over the water in that moment,and washing out the pollen covered your vein.Because of your busy,it napped for a while,to thin the entangled time in sleep.The sentence it kept,would be poured to you next morning,or the afternoon after tomorrow. In the balck forest you are living in,you may cleaning you eyelash in the rain.Although you are busy as usual,it will also be brave to shout out loudly.As little dragonfly waked up,it was dark late night.It flied to the screen of computer,thought it was the window back to wide,knocked and fluttered with inarticulate words:Not the lights?A lonely dragonfly in the midnight,looking for bright,totally exhausted for flying,and dead on the keyboard finally.The body touched a key,started you mail from the deep screen,came into my box. It said:why was the sound of your winging heard in the midnight and your wings broken just now?This is close to dawn.The sky is not bright purely,but little yellow shine is into my window.In the waving light,a little dragonfly cover by blue cloth.Last night,it was flying once, and singing:my coat would not be wet by the light.Forest wakes up either,,jumping lights take a green leave.But,I will not tell you about this dead case of blue dragonfly.I only can say that,this is a fair tale from thousands of miles away.
(2012-4-12 )
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