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郁空城先生诗
WENCHUAN·12th.May You were the snowflake of May flying into the break of human world then freezing all the space I was frightened didn’t have time to stand in silence
Mixing of three years I was looking for range of losing from livies If there is something lighter than air That would be missing taken by drizzle Now Sunshine is in full bloom at this day Smell of flowers brings mild air from distant place If there is a river flowing past your blood Please Let me be in your beating heart
汶川5.12 你 是五月的雪花 飘入人间的午休
便冰封了整个世界
我惊惧
来不及哀寂
三年的交汇
我寻找着生命失落的距离
如果有什么比空气还轻
那就是细雨所带走的思念
如今
阳光又盛开在这个日子
花香带来远方温润的气息
如果 有一条河流流经你的血脉
请
让我
融入你跳动的心里
Before QingMing——About Grandfather Ⅰ You have never been in hospital This should be the biggest happiness for a farmer Also a little bit grief or regret Ⅱ You grudge food so much But always send us to the field Raise the first bite over his head as sacrifices in the edge respectfully Ⅲ You taught father People could depend on the grace from heaven And father passed the words on me Ⅳ You never yelled in your whole life Except eating You were always on short commons Even before your last breathe For this one You were waiting me——the youngest grandson for five hours Then gone after it done
清明之前——爷爷 一
你一生未曾住过医院 这 是一个农民最大的幸福 还是 一点点的悲哀 或遗憾
二 你是如此的吝惜粮食 却总是将 我们送到田里的 第一口 恭恭敬敬 举过头顶 奠在地头
三 你教导父亲 人要靠天恩 不要靠皇恩 父亲把它 传给了我们
四 除了吃 你一生不曾嚷嚷过 你总是吃不饱 就是在咽气之际 还要 我们这些儿孙轮流喂上一口 为了这一口 你等了我这个最小的孙子 五个小时 吃了 才安然睡去
On The Street In Midnight On the street in midnight I was walking with pigeon In this moment All the noise and flash were sunk in sleep Melting snow on the groubd was the falling memories of this winter As the happiness I have right now Dim ,but exist truly Over here,there was a night ghost wandering Over here,there was a music box moaning alone in the dust Over here,there was a drunkard reversing badly,lost the way home Over here,a gust of wind blowing over With nobody Right here Righe now,I am walking with a pigeon
在午夜的大街上 在午夜的大街上
我与鸽子同步
这一刻
所有的喧嚣与浮华沉睡
地上的残雪
是今冬飘零的记忆
正如我此刻的幸福
暗淡 却真实的存在
这里 曾有一只夜的精灵徘徊悱恻
这里 曾有一只八音盒在垃圾堆里孤吟
这里 曾有一个醉汉颠颠倒倒 找不到回家的路
这里 一阵风吹过
空无一人
这里
此刻 我与鸽子同步
Only Lie Down To The Soil Only lie down to the soil Then could found that Everything was not that important and not that happy Even the grass came from your body was welcomed to flocks and herds Very rich
只有躺在土里 只有躺在土里 才会发现 一切都不那么重要 一切都很美好 就连 你身上长出的青草 牛羊也爱吃 很肥美
How Did A Tree Get Dried Up How did a tree get dried up You would go in the same way Just as this winter night Coming without any inventation dried up but free But you were burned from oblivions by the dirt of time You are not a seed I am the rebirth flower of you blooming quietly in your life soil You couldn’t hear my whimper shaking in the wind,breaking The clear sound doesn’t belong to your feet getting old And I can;t beg it to stay,like the miss of the land A dirt,won’stay Finally growing the grass from your grave mound some day Holding my drying reas That would be the last caress to the son from a mother 一棵树如何枯干 一棵树如何枯干
你就如何老去
正如这个冬夜
不请自来
树枯了根还在
而你却被时间的尘埃
渐渐湮埋
你 不是一颗种子
我是你重生的花朵
静静地开在你生命的土壤里
你将听不见我的呜咽
在风中颤抖 折断
那清脆的响声
不属于你老去的脚步
我挽留不住 就像大地思念
一粒尘埃 留不住
终有一天 从你坟头长出的青草
将托住我枯干的眼泪
那是一位母亲
对儿子最后的抚爱 | 
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