<p class="ql-block">哑巴的耳朵</p><p class="ql-block">童蔚</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">你怀抱这空无的消息转了一圈又一圈，</p><p class="ql-block">我把一句话走成一串胡同墙头下的影子作掩护。</p><p class="ql-block">家家门前的石墩子，消失不见。</p><p class="ql-block">路旁曾经有策马奔腾</p><p class="ql-block">还有兔子衔一把金刀</p><p class="ql-block">在胡同口张望</p><p class="ql-block">如今屋檐瓦片上</p><p class="ql-block">荒草摇曳</p><p class="ql-block">如今你说万事起始都很难</p><p class="ql-block">万事的结局还只是借据</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">从前的你有一辆自行车</p><p class="ql-block">在车棚里拽拽的</p><p class="ql-block">转铃从此不响，像某种失语。</p><p class="ql-block">两边的脚蹬子蹬出文章的速度一路飞奔的蚂蚁</p><p class="ql-block">它们也觉察出意义，决意离开水火，离开是非</p><p class="ql-block">你尽情描写等不得了把花纹一样柔软的字</p><p class="ql-block">裹缠在绸缎里，文章含在肚子里</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">那个佯装猖狂的斗牛士</p><p class="ql-block">抖动红色就刺激盲目</p><p class="ql-block">又一轮开始，命运在张望</p><p class="ql-block">我和你说，天圆地方的和声会作为天空降雪的气氛</p><p class="ql-block">你写下的扫不去。</p><p class="ql-block">好像动物舌尖衔接过血淋淋的寒光</p><p class="ql-block">好像空虚的贝壳里也有风云际会</p><p class="ql-block">被遗忘的空空的棺木从天边滚来时</p><p class="ql-block">森林目睹过这一切</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">那时你抬眼望见</p><p class="ql-block">哑巴的耳朵拴在树上是摇曳的小铃铛</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">The Mute’s Ears</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">You went round and round with this empty message in your arms,</p><p class="ql-block">and I turned one sentence into a string of alleys</p><p class="ql-block">using shadows under the alley wall as a cover.</p><p class="ql-block">The stone pillars in front of every house have disappeared.</p><p class="ql-block">There used to be horses galloping along the roadside</p><p class="ql-block">There used to be also a rabbit holding a golden knife in its mouth</p><p class="ql-block">Looking around at the entrance of the alley</p><p class="ql-block">Now on the tiles of the eaves</p><p class="ql-block">sway wild grasses</p><p class="ql-block">Now you say everything is difficult to start</p><p class="ql-block">And the end of everything is just a due bill</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Once upon a time you had a bicycle</p><p class="ql-block">dragged in the carport</p><p class="ql-block">The bell stopped ringing, like some kind of aphasia.</p><p class="ql-block">The pedals on both sides are kicking out articles at the speed of the running ants.</p><p class="ql-block">They are also aware of the meaning.</p><p class="ql-block">They are determined to leave the water and the fire, leave the right and the wrong.</p><p class="ql-block">You can describe it to your heart's content.</p><p class="ql-block">You can't wait to write words as soft as flower patterns.</p><p class="ql-block">Wrapped in silk and satin, the article is carried in the belly</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">That matador who pretends to be crazy</p><p class="ql-block">sways red cloth to stimulate blindness</p><p class="ql-block">Another round begins, fate is watching</p><p class="ql-block">Let me tell you, the harmony of the sky and the earth is like the atmosphere of the snowfall all over the sky</p><p class="ql-block">What you write cannot be swept away.</p><p class="ql-block">It’s like the tip of an animal’s tongue touching the bloody cold light.</p><p class="ql-block">It’s like the meeting of the cloud and the wind in an empty shell</p><p class="ql-block">The forest has witnessed all</p><p class="ql-block">when the empty, forgotten coffin rolls from the horizon.</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block">Then you raised your eyes and saw</p><p class="ql-block">The mute's ears tied to the tree like small, swaying bells</p>