1腊八

需要一碗粥
唤醒人性的慈悲
从五谷杂粮里
搾取维系生命的养分
滤掉转基因、添加剂
把剩下的日子还给
粗茶淡饭
在一缕炊烟里
品味乡情

Laba Festival
By WEI Yanlie

A bowl of porridge
Is needed to awaken humanity's compassion
Extracting nutrients from coarse grains to sustain life 
Filtering out transgenes and additives
We give our remaining days to
Weak tea and scanty meals
Savoring nostalgia
In a wisp of cooking smoke


2返乡

每一颗心
都是射向故乡的箭
身体里长出飞翔的翅膀
像只鸟被注定的命运
折腾来折腾去
攥一张车票
在聚与散之间
往返

Returning Home
By WEI Yanlie

Every heart
Is an arrow shot at the native land
Flight wings have grown out of bodies
Like a destined bird
Tossing to and fro
Squeezing a ticket
Shuttling
Between reunion and separation


3天坛

祭天的人
带着他的王朝走了
留下一把黄土
堆向历史的路口
像一枚随手丢落的棋子
躲在一首诗里
叹息

Temple of Heaven
By WEI Yanlie

Having offered sacrifice to Heaven
The emperor left
With his dynasty
Leaving a handful of loess
Piled at a historical crossing
Like a piece of chess dropped at random
Hidden in a poem
Sighing


4冬日

雾霾如一块脓包
被晚来的雨一针刺破
阳光温顺地
卧在门前的草地上
舔过黄昏
寒风趁机从门缝溜进来
月亮补住一片相思

Winter Days
By WEI Yanlie

Haze is like a pustule
Pieced by the late rain
The sunlight is meekly
Lying on the meadow in front of the door
Licking dusk
The cold wind has taken the opportunity to slip in through a crack in the door
The moon mends a lovesickness


5夜晚

落日摁下按钮
梦一遍一遍复印着往事
月亮是新贴的邮票
风蹬一辆破旧的飞鸽自行车
敲开老屋木门
父亲戴一副老花镜
把灯捻挑了又挑

Night
By WEI Yanlie

The moment sunset presses the button
Dreams will  duplicate the past events over and over
The moon is a new stamp
Wind pedals an old Flying Pigeon bike
Upon knocking open the wooden door of the old house
Father wears a pair of presbyopic glasses
Stirring the lampwick

Translated by NI Qinghang