独木舟

樊功生

那只独木舟

一直没人

上去吧

躺平

云在天上

一会儿向西

一会儿向北

又高又远

懒得动弹

偶尔转半个身

有两块石子

左边扔一块

右边扔一块

两声响

有了存在感... 

唯一的祈求

在船裂开前

冬天就来了

白云变成白雪

大片大片的

落在身上  压紧

又湿又冷  又暖

终于拥抱了...

A lone canoe

By Ken Fan 

That small canoe, 

Always there vacant. 

Ya, just get on it

And lie down flat. 

Clouds in the sky, 

One moment they float west, 

Another moment north,

So high and so far. 

Too lazy to move. 

Once in a while turning sideways, 

Find two small stones. 

Cast one to the left, 

The other to the right. 

Two sounds in the water, 

A sense of existence... 

Only wish:

The winter will arrive

Before this boat splits open. 

Those white clouds will turn to white snow,

In large flakes, 

That fall on my body, 

Pressuring tight. 

So wet and cold, 

and so warm. 

Ah, embrace finally.