这季节，白色的孤独，特别

适宜伪装成黑眼珠去观察别的事物。



南方山坡寒冷，水凼上，残留

一层修薄的冰。它们，似可一触即破。



居住在四楼，我非常适合俯身

观察小区玉兰：此刻，还铁灰似的枯。



老婆公司老板，春节过得火红，

竟狡黠，不打算兑现员工报酬的承诺。



几天前，为双亲扫墓。云低垂，

道旁玉兰，喷涌出白色、嘶鸣的花朵。



选自《诗刊》



Cold Drizzle: Goddess' Dazzling Hair

by Ya Shi




This season, call it white solitude, is the perfect time

to impersonate dark eyes to see the world.



The southern slope, still chilly, a film of ice remains

on the pond. The ice, so thin that it will break at touch.



From my home on the fourth floor, I easily bend over

and see the Magnolia below: still ashen gray, still wilted.



My wife's boss, who just held a gleeful New Year celebration,

has a cunning design to cancel employee compensation.



A few days ago, I swept my parents' tombs. Clouds are low,

and magnolia along the road spewed out white, neighing flowers.