<h3>《母亲》/刘铁山<br><br>弯下去 是山<br><br>抓向泥土的手<br>抓不住体内渐失的水<br>风流转在体内<br>大声数着交错的年轮<br><br>纠缠的骨节<br>疼痛鸟窝般进驻<br>战火 饥饿 欢爱和痛苦<br>一个世纪的过场<br><br>唯一念想的是<br>飘向远方的几粒种子<br>大雁归时<br>春天会栖上枯槁的脸庞</h3> <h3>《Mother》<br> Allio Liu<br>What stoops is A mountain.<br><br>Its hands stretching out to the earth<br>can’t hold her body water drying out<br>Wind flowing inside<br>counts its interlaced annual rings aloud.<br> <br>On her intertwined joints<br>ache lands as bird nests.<br>War fire, hunger, love and suffering<br>are the interlude of a century.<br> <br>Her only longing<br>is the seeds floated far apart.<br>When wild geese return<br>spring will rest on her face haggard.</h3>