月亮婆婆

文/Ken

只喜欢在树梢上

远离喧嚣

妥妥的一个老婆子

却被当作姑娘

天大的误会

不过还是有人爬上了树梢

给我脸上贴几面旗子

地缘政治不容忽视

特别是面子的事儿

地上的争斗

搬上树顶... 

一阵狂饮

高歌仍然缭绕

大都醉了

横七竖八歪在树下

口吐沫沫 

目无光泽

语无伦次

一会儿

都不动了

不知道

是在春梦

还是 已经走了... 

The Old Moon

By Ken Fan 

A treetop is my favorite dwelling,

Far away from all the worldly melee. 

Often taken to be a young maid, 

But an old widow indeed,

Quite a mistake!

Yet people still climb up here, 

And stick colorful flags on my cheeks. 

Geopolitics can't be ignored,

A proud heart and face is no trifle feat. 

Those fierce fights on ground

Are elevated to top of a tree.

Along a drink binge,

Lofty melodies pierce through leaves, 

So intoxicated is

A generation of joyful youthfulness. 

Lying flat down there, 

Quietly flowing are nauseous saliva,

Mumbling low and looking bleak.

Motionless, in an instant. 

Unsure if

They're dreaming pretty, 

Or about to flee...