葵花
文/樊功生
走远了
山的另一面
几户农舍
狗叫了几声又趴下
安谧恢复
除了几颗向日葵
微风里 懒懒的
没看到别的什么
有的花像诗
有的花像美人
这葵花
却让人浮想连篇
那是个怪异的年代
一切都是惨淡 苍白
只是
向日葵无处不在
教课书里
教室墙上
还有表扬栏的一圈
都是黄黄的笑脸...
这么多年不见
你 也老了
顶着个沉沉的包袱
头耷拉了下来
像个退休的老厂长
这些年
总是朝太阳站着
是累了
Sunflower
By Ken Fan
A bit long hike,
Beyond the hill,
Scattered farm huts.
Some dog barks,
And all quiet down again.
Nothing to see
But a few sunflowers
Lazy amid breezes.
Some flowers are pure poetries,
Some are like beauties,
Yet these sunflowers could
lead the thoughts astray.
That was a wicked era,
And everything seemed painfully pale.
Only those sunflowers were everywhere.
In the textbooks,
On the classroom walls,
Even around the honor board,
were those yellow brightness.
Haven't seen you for years,
Getting old, too.
Holding that big burden on the top,
Your head is languishing,
Resembling a retired old boss.
All these years,
You stood towards the sun,
Must be exhausted...
换一换
