<p class="ql-block">老城</p><p class="ql-block">童蔚</p><p class="ql-block">曾虹英譯</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">有老城，最初叫薊</p><p class="ql-block">艱難安分的祖先讓這城銘記</p><p class="ql-block">與魚與刀劍相好</p><p class="ql-block">并非僅僅宴樂</p><p class="ql-block">頭頂上的煙草氣息來回往返</p><p class="ql-block">有一類殘缺的故事</p><p class="ql-block">講述 8 次之后并非僅僅重復(fù)</p><p class="ql-block">石頭，旋變?yōu)?lt;/p><p class="ql-block">古老的城柱</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">離寺廟不遠(yuǎn)，有盜火者掠奪珍寶</p><p class="ql-block">順便踢翻了太監(jiān)的食盒</p><p class="ql-block">那些內(nèi)盜全部死有余罪</p><p class="ql-block">老城自古年邁多病</p><p class="ql-block">而女人摟抱的兒孫也并非有情有義</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">有一種統(tǒng)領(lǐng)大地豐饒的神明</p><p class="ql-block">仍然，在東西城的胡同里徘徊</p><p class="ql-block">翻看舊畫報(bào)，古老的月光充當(dāng)手電筒仍然，站在</p><p class="ql-block">小站稻的田疇里</p><p class="ql-block">歌唱被馬鱉吮血以延長農(nóng)耕的有機(jī)時光</p><p class="ql-block">那時富有還沒來</p><p class="ql-block">你已命懸一線</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">有一類倒伏的稻子吐出米粒的字跡</p><p class="ql-block">魚頭頂著鮮花開啟神秘的自己</p><p class="ql-block">多少顛覆的倒影，沒等到城墻對聯(lián)的磚石</p><p class="ql-block">告知我足夠多的典故，</p><p class="ql-block">鮮花，仙鶴，先知已然都老去</p><p class="ql-block">只有圣賢沒有下跪無論月光像一梭子子彈好容易盼到天亮</p><p class="ql-block">危機(jī)四伏的石獸紋路就留下凹凸影像店鋪，</p><p class="ql-block">急了，改換門面</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">瞎眼人增添指紋，那些曾經(jīng)慈愛的痕跡</p><p class="ql-block">好像賭氣一般愛這城的老去</p><p class="ql-block">要退還青春都情愿</p><p class="ql-block">事情也許不大</p><p class="ql-block">大于憤恨的惋惜，是一溪活水</p><p class="ql-block">往西邊去，把一口苦井掩埋地下</p><p class="ql-block">往東邊流走的讓城里人驚嘆</p><p class="ql-block">雖然泉水能攥成透明的拳頭，沙子是本質(zhì)。</p><p class="ql-block">這城里的百姓不相信報(bào)應(yīng)</p><p class="ql-block">喜歡失敗后再來一局的雅興</p><p class="ql-block">他們坐在老榆樹下長久地下棋</p><p class="ql-block">便是心肺也拿得出來</p><p class="ql-block">那是老者承擔(dān)希翼昌盛，</p><p class="ql-block">馬、象、炮日夜在腦海里滾動，不顧勞乏，彼此攀談，</p><p class="ql-block">他們的智能只圍繞大城的棋盤</p><p class="ql-block">天地日月，四壇對位，</p><p class="ql-block">外與內(nèi)，維度里，唯獨(dú)難覓自我，</p><p class="ql-block">一陣大哭，轉(zhuǎn)而喜悅摯情，</p><p class="ql-block">叫不出名字的小板凳上覆滿油膩</p><p class="ql-block">那是禪精竭慮的胡同里，處處有叮囑</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">你盯住立柱，寫，好人。</p><p class="ql-block">你用泥土?xí)鴮?，不能篡改?lt;/p><p class="ql-block">你的匕首，在碧綠的田疇上</p><p class="ql-block">讓牛羊舔一口</p><p class="ql-block">沒有煤油燈下的血腥你的血性在萬方數(shù)據(jù)里</p><p class="ql-block">如蟻入穴，網(wǎng)土虛擬</p><p class="ql-block">你倚此為業(yè)，想了一想。</p><p class="ql-block">也許有三重的利益。</p><p class="ql-block">我只有虛擬的話，且不在話下。</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">視野，是奇緣從京西一路尋覓到</p><p class="ql-block">絲綢纏繞馬匹的脖頸，有時失去調(diào)養(yǎng)。</p><p class="ql-block">纏繞著，親吻從南方而來的面頰</p><p class="ql-block">輕吻手背，靜候大于愉悅。</p><p class="ql-block">吻別藤椅上老外婆手背上顯露的青筋這么多微藍(lán)青紫的交織，曾經(jīng)是女兒。</p><p class="ql-block">藤椅，就像竹子皮編好的南方俚語</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">我從南方的露珠來，我從北面的霜色來……</p><p class="ql-block">祖母和外婆自年輕的命脈里</p><p class="ql-block">相遇片刻的無名，那時這座城</p><p class="ql-block">就有膽量接納一切不必細(xì)寫的情，</p><p class="ql-block">奇怪的癡心，慘痛的客氣，</p><p class="ql-block">共同融入恬淡自得的北方</p><p class="ql-block">有時心神不寧……</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">樹木模糊了她們的臉</p><p class="ql-block">她們的后代幻想在水面上行走北海的湖水</p><p class="ql-block">繁衍白塔圓弧的腰身</p><p class="ql-block">就佇立這城的深度，就在此</p><p class="ql-block">那樣的注視，就墜入白雪覆蓋的“誠”。</p><p class="ql-block">我問過它的“平安”，朋友們并不在意了。</p> <p class="ql-block">An Old City</p><p class="ql-block">Translated by Hong Zeng</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">There is an old city, originally called Ji 薊</p><p class="ql-block">made memorable by our ancestors who lived in hardship and peace</p><p class="ql-block">Those ancestors were good with fishing and swords</p><p class="ql-block">They did it not just for banquet and fun</p><p class="ql-block">The smell of tobacco over the head drifted back and forth</p><p class="ql-block">There is a kind of incomplete story</p><p class="ql-block">After being told eight times it is not just repetition</p><p class="ql-block">Stones were rotated into</p><p class="ql-block">ancient city pillars</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Not far from the temple, there were thieves who set fire and plundered treasures</p><p class="ql-block">who kicked over the eunuch's food box.</p><p class="ql-block">All the inside thieves deserved their death.</p><p class="ql-block">The old city has been suffering from sickness since ancient times</p><p class="ql-block">And the children and grandchildren that a woman hugs are not affectionate</p><p class="ql-block">righteous</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">There is a god who ruled over the fertility of the earth</p><p class="ql-block">Who still wanders in the alleys of East and West City</p><p class="ql-block">Looking through old pictorials, one still sees the ancient moonlight standing in the</p><p class="ql-block">rice fields, like a flashlight </p><p class="ql-block">singing about being sucked by a turtle to extend the organic time of farming</p><p class="ql-block">At that time, wealth had not yet come</p><p class="ql-block">Your life hung by a thread</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">There was a type of fallen rice spitting out the writing of rice grains</p><p class="ql-block">The fish headed with flowers opened up its mysterious self</p><p class="ql-block">How many subversive reflections, before the bricks and stones of the city wall</p><p class="ql-block">told me enough legends,</p><p class="ql-block">Flowers, cranes, and prophets had already become old</p><p class="ql-block">Only the sages did not kneel down, even though the moonlight was like a shuttle of bullets</p><p class="ql-block">they waited hard until dawn</p><p class="ql-block">The crisis-ridden path with the pattern of stony beasts left concave and convex</p><p class="ql-block">shadows</p><p class="ql-block">The shops, in a hurry, changed the facades</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The blind man accumulated fingerprints, and the traces of his former kindness turn</p><p class="ql-block">into grudging love for the aging city</p><p class="ql-block">even willing to accept his given-back youth</p><p class="ql-block">Maybe it's not a big deal</p><p class="ql-block">Regret, which was greater than anger, flowed like a stream of living water</p><p class="ql-block">to the west, burying a bitter well underground</p><p class="ql-block">and flowing to the east, which made the people in the city marvel.</p><p class="ql-block">Although spring water could be clenched into a transparent fist, sand was the essence.</p><p class="ql-block">The people in this city didn't believe in retribution</p><p class="ql-block">and enjoyed trying again after failure.</p><p class="ql-block">They sat under the old elm tree and played chess for a long time</p><p class="ql-block">Even if it consumed their hearts and lungs</p><p class="ql-block">That was the old men's commitment to hope for prosperity,</p><p class="ql-block">Horses, elephants, and cannons are rolling in my mind day and night,</p><p class="ql-block">talking to each other regardless of fatigue,</p><p class="ql-block">Their intelligence only revolves around the chessboard of the city</p><p class="ql-block">Heaven, earth, the sun and the moon, the four altars are aligned,</p><p class="ql-block">Outside and inside, in the dimension, the only difficult thing to find is one’s self. </p><p class="ql-block">After crying for a while, they turned to joy and passion</p><p class="ql-block">The nameless small bench was covered with grease</p><p class="ql-block">It was the reminders from the hardworking alleys</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">You stare at the pillar and write, good people</p><p class="ql-block">You write in tamper-proof clay</p><p class="ql-block">You let the cattle and sheep lick your dagger in the green fields.</p><p class="ql-block">There is no blood under the kerosene lamp. Your blood is like ants</p><p class="ql-block">in the burrow of thousands of data, and the network is virtual</p><p class="ql-block">You rely on this as your career and think about it.</p><p class="ql-block">Perhaps there is a triple benefit.</p><p class="ql-block">I only have virtual words, and they go without saying.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Vision, was what fated romance found all the way from Jingxi</p><p class="ql-block">Silk wrapped around the necks of the malnourished horses,</p><p class="ql-block">Wrapped, they kissed the cheek from the south</p><p class="ql-block">Kissed the back of your hand, waiting rather than seeking pleasure.</p><p class="ql-block">I kissed goodbye to my old grandmother on the wicker chair,</p><p class="ql-block">there were so many blue and purple veins on the back of her hands, she herself was once a daughter.</p><p class="ql-block">Rattan chair, felt like a southern slang</p><p class="ql-block">made of bamboo skin</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">I came from the dewdrops in the south, I came from the frost in the north...</p><p class="ql-block">Grandmas on my father’s and mother’s sides met namelessly in their youth</p><p class="ql-block">At that time, this city</p><p class="ql-block">had the courage to accept all the feelings that didn’t need to be described in detail,</p><p class="ql-block">the strange infatuation, the painful politeness,</p><p class="ql-block">and blended into the tranquil and contented north</p><p class="ql-block">Sometimes restlessly...</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The trees blurred their faces</p><p class="ql-block">Their descendants dreamed of walking on the water</p><p class="ql-block">The lakes of Beihai multiplied the arc-shaped waist of the White Pagoda</p><p class="ql-block">The tower stands in the depth of this city, right here</p><p class="ql-block">with such gaze, one falls into the snow-covered "sincerity".</p><p class="ql-block">I ask about its "peace", but my friends don't care anymore.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p>