評論
打印
割麥人
他的鐮刀磨得
飛快
他的酒也像
鐮刀
那些麥子等著
倒下
像一些遙遠的朋友
走過來
倒進懷里
他聽到
麥子接觸刀的聲音
他是刀
他也是麥子
假如沒有冬天
割麥人會放棄收獲
酒在割他的喉嚨時
他總這樣想
The Wheat Reaper
ZouJingzhi
The wheat reaper
has ground his sickle sharp.
Hiswine is ripe too,
readyas the sickle.
Thewheat is waiting
tofall
likefriends from far away
whocome over
tocollapse into your arms
Hecan hear
thesound of sickle meeting wheat.
Heis that sickle.
Heis that wheat.
Ifthere were no winter
thereaper would give up harvesting.
Winesoothes
asit stings his throat.
