我身体里也有一列火车 余秀华 我身体里也有一列火车 但是,我从不示人。与有没有秘密无关 月亮圆一百次也不能打动我。月亮引起的笛鸣 被我捂着 但是有人上车,有人下去,有人从窗户里丢果皮 和手帕。有人说这是与春天相关的事物 它的目的地不是停驻,是经过 是那个小小的平原,露水在清风里发呆 茅草屋很低,炊烟摇摇晃晃的 那个小男孩低头,逆光而坐,泪水未干 手里的一朵花瞪大眼睛 看着他 我身体里的火车,油漆已经斑驳 它不慌不忙,允许醉鬼,乞丐,卖艺的,或什么领袖 上上下下 我身体里的火车从来不会错轨 所以允许大雪,风暴,泥石流,和荒谬 I also have a train inside my body Xiuhua Yu I also have a train inside my body But, I never show it to others. Nothing to do with secrecy. I won’t be touched even after the moon becomes full for one hundred times. The train horn triggered by the moon Is muffled by me. But people get on the train, people get off, people throw out of windows fruit peels And handkerchiefs. Someone says these are related to spring Its destination is not a stop, but a passage It’s that tiny plain, dew dazes in the wind The thatched cottage stands short, smoke from cooking wobbles That boy lowers his head, sits with his back to sunlight, tears still wet The flower in his hand opens its eyes wide Stares at him The train inside my body, its paint faded and mottled Calmly and leisurely, it allows the drunkards, beggars, street performers, or the so-called leaders Get on and off The train inside my body will never travel on wrong tracks So it travels despite of blizzard, wind storm, mudslide, and absurdity |