"The Brilliance of a Jar"
The jar is made of clay, perhaps once glazed,
But time wields its butcher's knife.
Surely, it's just an earthly vessel,
Once nurturing goldfish, once cradling water plants.
The wind brought dust, like the savings of time,
Grass sprouted atop, a small bit of interest.
Autumn leaves arrived too—a sudden windfall,
One leaf, then another.
Hosting their dance is a hollow heart,
Year after year,
No longer guarded,
No longer counting gains or losses.
【一口缸的出彩】
缸是陶的，也许上过釉
但岁月是把杀猪刀
总是泥胎凡身吧
养过金鱼，养过水草
风带了尘土来，像时间的积蓄
上面长出草，一小笔利息
秋叶也来，便是横财了
一片，两片
容着它们跳舞的，是颗空落的心
岁岁年年的
不再设防，不再
盘算得失
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