<p class="ql-block">繆斯，置生死而不顧</p><p class="ql-block"> 童蔚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">當(dāng)你用淚水串珠子時(shí)</p><p class="ql-block">我以為傾聽——能抑制哭泣</p><p class="ql-block">弱者是踩著淚珠子變?yōu)殡s耍形強(qiáng)者</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">當(dāng)你望著馬戲團(tuán)窗外的迷霧，飛升而去</p><p class="ql-block">火光是無聲的——能抑制眼花繚亂的</p><p class="ql-block">強(qiáng)者都知道——真理把握不住的事物自我膨脹</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">為何我絕少哭泣</p><p class="ql-block">尤其面對(duì)大事情</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">我傾聽“雷”的腳步聲到來了</p><p class="ql-block">我也不想丈量</p><p class="ql-block">閃電滑行的距離</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">沒有人看見的道路</p><p class="ql-block">也四通八達(dá)</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">但閃電，必然引爆，</p><p class="ql-block">更多的死者如暴雨而至砸向哭泣的人，</p><p class="ql-block">我，一生試圖只用語言哭泣</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">喉嚨底部</p><p class="ql-block">緊壓著預(yù)言</p><p class="ql-block">而剛剛學(xué)會(huì)抒情的淚滴如鼓點(diǎn)滴落在勛章繆斯胸前——</p><p class="ql-block">給予無神論者幽深的啟迪。盡管如此，她獨(dú)自仰望著高度</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">—置生死而不顧。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Muse, Regardless of Life and Death</p><p class="ql-block"> Translated by Hong Zeng</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">When you string beads with tears</p><p class="ql-block">I thought listening—can suppress crying</p><p class="ql-block">The weak turn into the strong, stepping on the teardrops and becoming a juggler</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">When you look at the fog outside the circus window, </p><p class="ql-block">the firelight is silent as it soars away—it can suppress the dazzling.</p><p class="ql-block">All strong people know, things that cannot be grasped by truth will inflate themselves</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Why I rarely cry</p><p class="ql-block">Especially when facing potent things</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">I listen to the footsteps of "thunder" coming</p><p class="ql-block">I don't want to measure</p><p class="ql-block">The distance the lightning travels</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The roads no one sees</p><p class="ql-block">extend in all directions</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">But the lightning will inevitably detonate,</p><p class="ql-block">More dead people are raining down on those crying.</p><p class="ql-block">All my life I have tried to cry with only words.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The bottom of throat</p><p class="ql-block">Pressed on the prophecy</p><p class="ql-block">And the tears having just learned lyricism fell like drumbeats</p><p class="ql-block">on the chest of the medaled Muse—</p><p class="ql-block">giving the atheist a profound enlightenment. Despite this, she looked up to the heights in solitude</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">—Regardless of life and death.</p>