立秋
微风细雨进入我的黄昏，
沿河一路抒情，雨中滴落的佳旬，
被轻轻咏唱，墨色的林荫下，
双人椅在河边虚位以待。
人到哪里去了？河水闪烁其词，
路灯暧得暧昧。
立秋，在今夜，
经过了冬，经过了春，经过了夏，
季节的衣裳一件件脱落，
蝴蝶的翅膀在夜里格外透阴，
我看见了自己的飞翔，
从一个城市到另一个城市，心静如水。
没有人觉察这里发生的变化，
以前和以后，都不会像今天这样干净。
BEGINNINGOF AUTUMN
Breeze and drizzleenter my dusk
Writing lyrics alongthe river Golden words drop with the rain
They are singing softly，when in the ink shadow of the trees
A double chairawaits with its emptiness
Whereare the people?The river replies with uncertain glitters
Streetlightsturn warm and blurry
Beginning of Autumn ishere tonight
Ithastraversedthroughwinter,spring,andsummer
Season's clothing fall one after another
Revealing the clearwings of the butterfly of the night
I seemyself,flying
from city to city Heartquiet as wate
No one would noticewhat has happened here
The past, orthefuture,won't be as clean as today
三个邮戳
三个邮戳发往南方，
南方海蓝得诗意。
波音从天而降，
寄存我忘了保险的邮件。
我的邮件很贵重，
取自大观园里的某块石头，
一个宝器，灿若，
乞力马扎罗的雪。
雪白中三个邮戳格外醒目，
无法掩饰，无从解释。
悲悯是那天的感觉，
等待海上风起，
不沾染半点海蓝……
THREE POSTMARKS
Three postmarks mail to the south
The sea of the south writes blue poetry
Boeing descends from the sky
It bears my uninsured parcel
Things inside are valuable:
A stone from the Grand View Garden
A treasure,shining like
The snows of Kilimanjaro
Postmarks stand out in white snow
Nothing comes to cover
Nobody comes to elaborate
Only mercy comes
To fill that day
When wind rises from the ocean
No sea blue can stain it
不煞风景
所有的风景都不能永远，
层林尽染，在山的背后坐守天边落日。
山可以无动千衷，可以依次优美，
打开折叠的心情，铺成织锦，
一截给嘉陵，一截给长江，
就顺其自然了，放弃或者坚持。
只要头上的天空还在，有鸟飞，
只要太阳明天照样爬上来，有温暖，
只要凡•高的向日葵不死，有色彩，
只要山水以外的蔚蓝快乐，有海啸，
那么，把手平放在胸前，
做深呼吸，从一数到无限。
山成为风景还是山，水成为风景还是水，
都不重要，重要的是，自己成为自己。
UNTOUCHED SCENERY
No scenery canalways stay
Serried woodsdeep-dyed, reaching the horizon ,Where the setting sun sits beyond the furthest moun-tain
The mountainscan be indifferent, can show off their beauty
Unfold theheart, turning it into a brocade Half
for JialingRiver, half for Yangtze
Give up orfollow up, just go with your heart
If the skyexists above, birds will fly
If the sun risestomorrow, earth will warm up
If Van ogh'ssunflowers live ,colors will glow
If the bluebeyond the mountain and water is happy ,the ocean will surge
Then cover yourchest with your hands
Take a deep breath,count from one to infinity
The scenery ofmountains is still mountains The scenery of water is still water
None of theseare important ,the important thing is: be yourself
端午节的某个细节
诗人都在过自己的节日，
我在堆满诗歌的办公桌上，
把烟头塞满烟缸，把烟丝排成行，
一行一行地数落自己。
数到第五行的时候，被迫打住，
刚更换的靠椅格外生硬。
窗台看出去的街上，堵得一塌糊涂，
我和城市同时胸闷、感到心慌，
我们都不愿意声张。
粽子、黄酒以及府南河上的热闹，
与我们没有关系。还是那个城市，
我在等待另一个城市的电话。
尽量保持节前的那种安静。端午节应该肃穆，
一个诗人的忌日，所有的人快乐无比
SOMEDETAILS OFTHE DRAGON BOAT FESTIVAL
Eachpoet is celebrating his ownholiday
Poemspile up on my desk
I try to stuff all cigaretteends into the ashtray ,arrange the cut tobacco into lines
I check each line,like checking myself
When I reach the fifth line,I get stuck
Thenew hard chair hurts my back
Outside the window,the streetisjammed as hell
My city and I areexperiencing shortness of breath
But we make nocomplaints
Zongzi,yellow wine,and the crowd over the Jinjiang River
Have nothing to do withus. The city is still that city
AndI am still myself,waiting for a call from another city
I try to keep the calmness that I had before the festival .TheDragon Boat Festivalshould besolemn
Becauseit is the anniversary of the death of a poetBut why, everybody is so happy