<p class="ql-block">重疊意象</p><p class="ql-block">童蔚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">是啊，你的眼睛聽不見</p><p class="ql-block">但你看到，</p><p class="ql-block">有人在上帝的指紋間—</p><p class="ql-block">那海水渦旋的圓弧邊緣旋轉(zhuǎn)，滑行</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">再沒有那個瞬間了</p><p class="ql-block">另外的人困在溜冰場。</p><p class="ql-block">聽尖銳的劃痕</p><p class="ql-block">聽冰刀刻錄唱片</p><p class="ql-block">到尾聲旋轉(zhuǎn)的心情</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">寒冷，沿著橢圓形滑行</p><p class="ql-block">它是有生命的重疊隱藏的重音</p><p class="ql-block">它是一張圓桌形的冰場</p><p class="ql-block">微笑的椅子、小冰車滑行</p><p class="ql-block">它是沉思的舞臺</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">邊緣即將破碎</p><p class="ql-block">沒有燭光沒有承諾</p><p class="ql-block">你渴望減少阻力是這個世界應(yīng)該有的樣子</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">沒有那個瞬間了，沒有那個場景巨浪，</p><p class="ql-block">摔打一片片玻璃扇子，</p><p class="ql-block">你以為是飛翔的羽翼與水神的脊背摩擦到無聲</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">間歇性閉合的幽暗</p><p class="ql-block">那時上蒼，僅僅標(biāo)識出飛鳥</p><p class="ql-block">依然，滑翔著泛音</p><p class="ql-block">唰地一聲你閉上眼瞼</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">當(dāng)海浪舉起冰塊時</p><p class="ql-block">海綠色呼應(yīng)海嘯又開始了</p><p class="ql-block">垂落,敲打,藍(lán)色的重音。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Overlapping Imagery</p><p class="ql-block">Translated by Hong Zeng</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Yeah, your eyes can't hear</p><p class="ql-block">But you see someone spinning and gliding</p><p class="ql-block">between God's fingerprints—</p><p class="ql-block">the arc edge of the vortex of sea water</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">That moment is no more</p><p class="ql-block">Others are stuck at the rink.</p><p class="ql-block">Listen for sharp scratches</p><p class="ql-block">The sensation of listening to the ice knife burning record until the end of rotation</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Cold, sliding along the oval</p><p class="ql-block">It is a living, overlapping hidden accent</p><p class="ql-block">It is a round table-shaped ice rink</p><p class="ql-block">Smiling chair, small ice car gliding</p><p class="ql-block">It is a stage for contemplation</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The edges are about to break</p><p class="ql-block">No candlelight, no promise</p><p class="ql-block">You desire to reduce resistance, restoring to what this world should be like</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">That moment is no more, no more that scene,</p><p class="ql-block">where the huge waves smashed the glass fans,</p><p class="ql-block">You thought it was the flying wings that rubbed against the water god's back </p><p class="ql-block">until there was no sound</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Intermittent closing darkness</p><p class="ql-block">At that time, God only marked the flying birds</p><p class="ql-block">Still, gliding overtones</p><p class="ql-block">With a swish you close your eyelids</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">When the waves lift the ice</p><p class="ql-block">Sea green, echoing the tsunami, has begun again</p><p class="ql-block">dropping, beating, blue accents.</p>