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白露 |西厍 节气的催逼是明摆着的—— 天，说凉就凉了。 想出大汗得多骑好几里地， 得挑桥多的路段，得拼命上坡，得不惜逆风 走上一段回头路。 凉意曾千金难买。 一到白露，突然变得过剩—— 落日的马蹄铁， 一经小泖港的凉水淬火， 很快变得又薄又锋利。 远处高铁像一把更加锋利的裁纸刀 裁开薄暮的生宣。 尖锐、发脆， 不容迟疑的声音迥异于夏日—— 夏日曾经那么悠长。 此时过江的鸟群 看上去像一把随风而起的纸屑—— 凉意已经不局限于触觉。 一张支棱在防波堤上的空洞罾网所筛过的时间， 统一呈菱形，而且幽蓝。 WHITE DEW* by Xi She The next climate phase is pushing hard—— the weather turns cold as we speak. To work up a sweat, one must ride a good many miles, choose a route with bridges and uphill terrain, and welcome the head winds, and even walk a section on the way back. Before, you could not buy coolness for a fortune; come White Dew, and cool becomes too much—— the setting sun drops like a horse shoe; once it dips into the cold water of Xiao Mao Harbor, it will be tempered and become thin and sharp. In the distance, the high-speed train seems sharper even, like a paper knife, slicing through the thin veil of twilight. Penetrating, brittle, impatient, unlike the ones in summer—— the summer that was once so long and drawn out. Crossing the river now is a flock of birds, looking like confetti cast in the wind —— Coolness is not purely in a touch. Along a stretch of the breakwater, an empty fishnet left standing is sifting time into diamond shapes of sapphire blue. Note: *White Dew is an interval of the Chinese solar cycle which begins around early September. Translated by Duck Yard Lyricists Duck Yard Lyricists is a group of devoted poetry lovers: Meifu Wang, Peter Micic, Michael Soper & Johan Ramaekers. 本诗由 PATHSHARERS BOOKS（美国同道出版社） Duck Yard Lyricists 提供翻译 柿子 |西厍 秋实之于口舌的的极致方式 是啜吸而非咬啮 比如柿子，秃枝上的一滴巨大蜂蜜 膨胀着秋天所能供给的 高纯度的甜与光明正大的诱惑 它接受你的啜吸，但拒绝羞辱 ——由轻佻的拿捏所催生的鄙俗俚语 对一只在秋风中 盈满诚实甜汁的柿子而言 几乎是不可原宥的恶意 那些假审美之义肆意挑剔的目光 也非一只柿子所需 它无限膨胀几近爆破的甜 只需要你的倾心一啜—— 即便是一只鸟雀的啄食 也将帮助它完成自己 完成对日月天地的以德报德 Persimmon by Xi She The decorum of treating the tongue to an autumn fruit is sucking, not biting and chewing, such as a persimmon, a great drop of honey on a bald branch, swelling with what autumn can provide, pure sweetness and an overt temptation. It accepts your sucking, but refuses humiliation ——no wanton pinching or squeezing with lewd puns, which, to the one in the autumn wind, the persimmon that has nothing other than purity and sweetness, is considered an almost unforgivable malice; the leering eyes of false flattering glances are not what a persimmon wants. Almost bursting with sweetness, you adore its voluptuousness with a heartfelt sip. Even a sparrow's pecking will help it realize itself, reciprocating the goodness of the sun, the moon, heaven and earth. Translated by Duck Yard Lyricists Duck Yard Lyricists is a group of devoted poetry lovers: Meifu Wang, Peter Micic, Michael Soper & Johan Ramaekers. 2019.12.22中国诗歌网 印象：淮海公园法桐下的片刻恍惚 |西厍 城市中心。午后。突然回暖的暮秋气温 高耸法桐。落叶。水泥地上干燥的摩擦频仍 圆形木条椅。木然的老妇人 和朗声攀谈的老妇人。阳光在她们脸上 抹着并不均匀的色调，明暗的对比却又如此分明 落寞和绘声绘色的表情，各自生动莫测 十步之外黝黑的城雕，泛着铜色光泽的局部关节 和器官。秋色在它们身上并不稍作停留 跌跌宕宕流向街景。街景喧哗，似慢，而快—— 片刻恍惚：湍急刹那凝固，喧哗刹那寂静 秋色在街对面的橱窗和玻璃幕墙里 复制叠印，陡然垂直而形成不可探索的景深 “城市之美如此耸峙，即使在热烈的阳光下也不可 轻易抵达，”飘过城市的诗人喃喃自语 “而挽臂的爱人发鬓，拂动着开阔悠远的田园秋色……” The Impression: A Moment Trance under the Planetree in Huaihai Park Text by Xi She Translated by Translator The central of the city in the afternoon sunshine. The sudden warmer temperature in the late autumn. The towering planetree and the fallen leaves. The dry rubbing on the cement ground occurs frequently The long log chair. The stupefied old ladies And the loudly chatting old ladies. The sunshine is smearing on their faces Uneven colors, the comparison of light and darkness is so sharp The expressions, solitary or lively, are respectively so vivid, cannot be imagined A few feet apart, the black statue, its joints and the organs shining the copper luster The colors of autumn stay not a little while on them But flow to the streets in a bold rhythm. The scene seems full of noisy movements, slow or quick A little while trance: the rush stops suddenly, and so the noise The autumn colors are copied and reflected in the show windows and on the glass walls Across the street, forming a vertical and unfathomable scenic depth The beauty of the city stands so high not to arrive under the radiant sunshine Easily, the poet murmurs, floating across the city But the hair on the temples of lovers, arm in arm, strokes the autumn colors on the wide and remote fields …… 立春有鸟鸣 |西厍 梅开三分，雨水暂停。 我所理解的自然醒是被一阵鸟鸣 吵醒。 没有比这更自然的醒来—— 鸟鸣像一条解冻的小溪只闻其声， 不见其形。 近来，远去。 远去，近来。 在两声湍急的鸟鸣之间， 是清澈到见底的寂静。 当我推开一条窗缝， 最新的两声鸟鸣非仅湍急而且 冰凉—— 我所经验的春天， 从一脸冰凉的鸟鸣开始。 Birdsong At Start of Spring by Xi She Plum flowers are thirty-percent open, and the rain is suspended. The natural wake-up call for me is a burst of birdsong. There is no better way to wake up naturally— Birdsong works like a thawing creek, revealing only the sound, but not itself. Approaching, receding. Receding, approaching. In-between two rapid birdsongs is a crystalline pond of silence. When I open the window a crack, the two newest birdsongs come in, brisk but also shivery — Spring, in my understanding, starts with birdsong that cold-washes the face. 本诗由 PATHSHARERS BOOKS（美国同道出版社） Duck Yard Lyricists 翻译 万物清明 |西厍 去年今日，墓地上海棠开得三成 今年，基本已零落殆尽 “去年春冷，今年春暖。”人们轻易 就解释了其中的隐秘原因 ——老话总是不会错的 年年清明，岁岁清明，花相似 人不同：旧坟边难免多了新坟 旧恨里，也添了新恨？ 妇人的嚎啕别无新意但是哽咽里 或许又有了新的哽咽 也有不变的。人来人去 潮起潮落，大茫荡还从坟地前过 还那样宽湍，那样浑浊 而清明。江水无声，无意打扰 此岸与彼岸隔着烟火的寻觅 和可能的对话。当人们 从古老仪轨中抬头 多数时候会顺着江水瞥一眼隔岸 在阳光下返青的涵养林—— 让人们重新抖擞了精神的正是这 万物清明：波光粼粼中有燕子掠水 也有突突而来的满负荷的驳船 A World of Fresh and Green by Xi She A year ago today, the begonias at the cemetery were one-third blooming, this year, all have withered. “Cold spring last year, warmer this year," people easily explain the immanent reason. Old sayings can’t be wrong — The seasons turn, fresh green* returns, the diehard flower. But people change: new graves crop up by old graves, perhaps new regrets grow on old regrets? Women wail a familiar wail, but when they weep, you may catch something new in their sobs. Something else is constant: People come and go, water ebbs and flows, and the misty river whisks by the graveyard, still so broad, still so nubilous and refreshing. The river flows quietly, not looking to distract those lighting incense or those in communion with the souls on the other shore. Now and then people lift their heads from the age-old ritual, and many will cast a glance across the river. The riparian marsh looks refreshingly green in the sun — it is exactly this world of fresh and green that revives our spirits: swallows clip the glittery water as chock-full barges chug along, up and down the river. Translator’s note:* Fresh Green: One of the 24 Solar Terms in the Chinese farmers’ Almanac, starting on the fifteen day after Spring Equinox, usually around April 5th. Traditionally April 5th is the day families tend and freshen up their ancestral graves.  西厍，中国作协会员，上海市作协会员。已出版诗集《写生课》《站在秋天中央》《忍冬花，或一个人的黯淡》《十一月的平原》《人间石》五种；散文诗集《万物收藏月光的方式》一种。作品发表于《诗刊》《星星》《草堂》《西部》《延河》《诗选刊》《上海诗人》《上海作家》、文学报、《诗歌月刊》《中国诗人》《中国诗歌》《青年文学》《散文诗》《散文诗世界》等报刊。获中国诗歌学会第三届“大众传媒•屈原杯”全国诗歌大赛优秀奖、2014年度星星中国散文诗大赛优秀奖、2021年度中国作家网”文学之星“二等奖、第九届中国（海宁）徐志摩诗歌奖、上海市作协首届（2013）年度作品-诗集奖、2017年上海市作协年度作品-诗集奖、2020年上海市作协年度作品-诗集奖等。 审核：原作者 | 荐稿编辑：牧 野 |
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