（诗歌中英文）秋天的心事

秋天

金灿灿的镰刀收割完庄稼

我的心事

站得整整齐齐

是最容易碰痛的麦茬

 

 

赤脚而歌

心事在纯朴的泥土里

一条条

在我吟唱的喉头

画上了血淋淋的疤痕

 

 

我空心的麦茬

在这个淅淅沥沥的季节

灌满忧伤

心头那颗久置的红豆

渐渐膨胀

 

 

我的心事

最终羽化成一叶枫舟

在残血凄厉的黄昏

依然     坚定地

沿自己的轨迹启航

 

（原载河北出版社1994年出版的《七彩云》一书，后多家报刊转载；获第七届全国青少年文学夏令营一等奖）

 

 

My Confidences in Autumn

 

In the Autumn

when the crops were harvested under the golden sickles,

my confidences

were standing in a row

as the stubbles that hurted into tenderness.

 

As I was singing barefoot,

the confidences in the unsophisticated dirt

in my chanting throat

draw shafts of gory scars.

 

My hollow wheat stubbles

in this trickling season

was filled with mournfulness.

Then, the red berry resting long in my mind

bulged slowly.

 

My confidences

at last turned into a shallop

and in the shrill setting sun at dusk

still and squarely

got under way on its path.

 

 

(This poem was first published in "Colorful  Cloud" in 1994, and then picked up by newspapers and magazines. It also won the  first  prize in the 7th National Youth Literature Camp )