作者简介：

王伟，笔名知止，著名书法家，作家，诗人，房地产CEO。心有八爱：写字，码文，插花，登山，玩茶，收藏，舞者，厨艺。

Author's profile: Wang Wei, pen name Zhizhi, a famous calligrapher, writer, poet, real estate CEO.  Eight loves: handwriting, writing essays, arranging flowers, climbing, tasting tea, collecting, dancing, and cooking.

如果我在新疆遇见你

作者｜王伟（中国）

英译｜魏红霞（中国）

合诵｜赵建红（中文）& 薇薇（英文）

音频合成｜云朵（中国）

千年以来，我把自己站成孤独的胡杨，在风烟俱净的塔克拉玛干，哪怕只剩下最后一滴眼泪，我也会在孔雀河畔把身子洗净，盛装成太阳的颜色，翘首以盼你的归期，只为你在这无垠的旷野，看上我一眼，如果我在新疆遇见你。

亿万年前，我在天山之颠化成冰雪，用一弯新月点燃你前行的路，谱一曲相思，在那拉堤草原上种下九万株玫瑰，巴音布鲁克点亮星空，沿果子沟铺陈一千鐘美酒，然后和你醉在赛里木湖，不要醒来，如果我在新疆遇见你。

我将天山劈成两半，一半交给风，一半留给雪，在独库公路的九九八十一弯路上带你飞翔，白桦林站成一排排仪仗，牛羊群注目成一道道风景，我的爱早已荒芜成一场灾难，就在那片绿洲，还有那片花海，是你安放灵魂的故乡，如果我在新疆遇见你。

从此，我在这片土地上长成最高的距离，立于帕米尔高原，打捞你的眼神，你的心跳，你的柔媚，你的孤独，你的春风十里，把你揉成一首诗，融入我沸腾的血液，颤栗着春潮带雨，哪怕明天就要死去，我依旧如初般爱你，如果我在新疆遇见你。

我将自己风化成一片片荒地，在你飘过的时候等你。我在罗布泊的旷野，用生命守候你的美丽，苍穹之下，谁缚了这一世的风沙，所有的繁华浮梦，你翩若惊鸿的背影……这一场相遇，一等就是一万年。如果我在新疆遇见你。

没有哪片海可以容下我的孤独，我沿着大漠一路狂奔，在雪山，在草原，在海子，风一直在路上，答案在天上，你一袭红裙，在秋色滚烫的喀纳斯留下一路芬芳，你向我走来，弯腰浅笑，美人凭栏，山水皆寒，今天我不想人类，丢掉皮囊，只想你！如果我在新疆遇见你。

我在禾木村劈柴喂马，盖上毡房，白云远上，青山妖娆，小河流淌，用天山的雪水洗去你一路的风尘，採一朵雪莲装扮你明媚的花期，炊烟袅袅升起的地方，是我为你准备的新房，深情地看着你睡去，摁住时间。如果我在新疆遇见你。

如果我在新疆遇见你，春天里我会带你去伊犁，弥漫的薰衣草是为你做好的嫁衣。

如果我在新疆遇见你，夏天里我会带你去哈密，香甜的哈密瓜是为你种下的甜蜜。

如果我在新疆遇见你，秋天里我会带你去塔城，边境上的落叶会染红你的情绪。

如果我在新疆遇见你，冬天里我会带你去乌伦湖，炉火里的羊肉炖鱼是我亲自为你烹饪的序曲，拥着你温暖一片雪白，吻你一个世纪。

如果我在新疆遇见你.......

If I Encounter You in Xinjiang

By Wang Wei（China)

Tr. Wei Hongxia (China)

For a thousand years, I stand like the lonely diversifolious poplar. There're no wind nor smoke in Taklimakan Desert. Even when I shed the last drop of tears, I would clean my body in the Peacock River. Bathed in the sunshine, I look forward to your return so that you can take a look at me in the boundless wilderness if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

I was reincarnated into ice and snow at the top of Tianshan Mountains aeons ago. Let the crescent moon give light to wherever you go, compose a song of love, plant ninety thousand roses in Nalati Prairie, let the stars light up the sky over Bayanbulak Grassland, display a thousand cups of wine in Fruit Valley, and then get drunk with you in Sayram Lake. Don't wake up if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

I cut Tianshan Mountains into two halves, leaving one half to the wind and the other to the snow. Let's drive through eighty-one bends of Duku Highway like birds. Birch trees stand like guards of honor, cattle and sheep come into our view, and my love has already been as barren as a disaster at that oasis. The sea of flowers is the place where your soul settles down if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

From now on, I'll grow into the highest peak in this land, standing in the Pamir Plateau to capture your ogles, your heartbeats, your loveliness, your loneliness, and the spring breeze you bring me, kneading you into a poem, melting you in my surging blood, and shivering with the spring tides. Even if I died tomorrow, I would love you as much as before if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

I have myself weathered into wastelands and wait for you when you float across the sky. I'll watch for your beauty all my life in the open fields of Lop Nor. Who is tied to the wind and sand of this life, all the bustling and floating dreams, and the view of your back when you fly swiftly like a swan goose? I've been waiting for this encounter for ten thousand years if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

There's no sea that can hold my solitude. I run like mad in the desert, on the snowy mountain, in the grassland, around the lake. The wind blows all the way and the answer lies in the sky. In a red dress, leaving your redolence in scalding Kanas Lake in autumn, you walk towards me with a smile. Leaning against the railing, my beauty amazes the hill and the rill. Today, I won't meditate on human but miss you in my heart if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

I chop wood, feed horses and build a Mongolian yurt in Hemu village where there're floating white clouds, enchanting green mountains, and flowing streams. I wash away your travel fatigue with the snow water from Tianshan Mountains and pluck a snow lotus flower to dress up your bright blooming period. The place where wisps of smoke from cooking rise is the bridal chamber I prepare for you. I watch you lovingly until you're sound asleep and press time if I encounter you in Xinjiang.

If I encounter you in Xinjiang, I'll take you to Ili in spring and the lavender diffusing scent is the wedding gown for you.

If I encounter you in Xinjiang, I'll take you to Hami in summer where I grow the sweetness of Hami melons for you.

If I encounter you in Xinjiang, I'll take you to Tacheng where the fallen leaves on the border will redden your mood.

If I encounter you in Xinjiang, I'll take you to Lake Uren in winter where lamb stewed with fish is the prelude of my cooking for you. Embracing you warms the white snow and I kiss you for a century.

 If I encounter you in Xinjiang--

英译者简介：

魏红霞，【海外诗译社】副社长；安徽工程大学外国语学院副教授；安徽师范大学和南京师范大学文学学士、硕士；南京大学和英国利物浦大学访问学者。

Wei Hongxia,(Beatrice)associate professor of Anhui Polytechnic University; Bachelor and Master of Arts of Anhui and Nanjing Normal University; Visiting Scholar of Nanjing and British Liverpool University.

特邀金牌中文主播简介：

赵建红，河南省林州市人，主任播音员，河南省朗诵协会会员，林州市作协副秘书长，林州市民协副主席，红旗渠学习会常委理事。

Zhao Jianhong, native of Linzhou City, Henan Province, chief announcer, member of Henan Recitation Association, deputy secretary general of Linzhou Writers Association, vice chairman of Linzhou Citizens Association, member of the Standing Committee of Hongqiqu Study Association.

金牌英文主播简介：

黄薇薇，【海外诗译社】三语主播。任职香港某私营机构国际业务部主管。

Mary Wong, engaged in international business with a private enterprise in Hong Kong.

本期荐稿：白曼（香港）

本期总编：静好（英国）

注：本期配图归作者王伟所有。