一條河在壁畫中流淌
曬幹河流的太陽
為什麼不曬幹我潮濕的眼睛
天氣預報的沙塵還遠隔幾座城市
坐輛的士去廣場聆聽
路上，成千上萬人的眼睛
像淺水中成群的蝌蚪
河水窄得像三百年前的地圖
請別再閱讀了 水草
要不然一些暴露的生命
害羞時拿什麼遮掩
一個上午的光陰 我
靜坐在一幅河的壁畫前
身體幻想在裏麵沐浴
河邊的一棵鬆樹油脂滴了下來
把我裹了進去 還有那條河
The River Flows in a Mural
Sunlight that dries out the riverbed
Why do my eyes stay moist in its glare
Sandstorms in the weather report——still one or two cities away
Take a taxi to the plaza， and listen to whats in the wind
Along the way，a thousand human eyes
Resemble tadpoles in shallow water
The river is narrow—a mark on a yellowed map
Interrupt your reading here water plants
What about those exposed lives
How will they cover their shyness？
Through the dappled hours of morning
I sit quiet before a river in a mural
A fantasy of bathing comes over my body
A pine tree on the bank lets drops of resin fall
Embedding me，and along with me the river
（Tr. Denis Mair）
一河寧靜的水聲
記不起何年何月何日
我靠在橋的欄杆邊 溶成黑夜
心靜得像一份承諾
橋北邊已經形成城市 有些樹
長成了省重點保護物種
橋上我來回走動。尋找
黑夜裏寧靜的水聲
Quiet Watery Sounds of the River
The year and month and day recede from memory
When I leaned on the bridge railing， merging with the night
My hearts stillness was like a vow
A city has taken shape around the bridge…a few trees there
Are listed by the province as protected species
Back and forth I walk over the bridge， still search
For those quiet watery sounds.