婆孙俩

这是一个炎热的下午，老婆婆拿着破扇子在树底下一扇一扇地乘凉。

忽地一瞅，老婆婆看见宝贝孙女在房子角落抱膝哭泣。她缓缓地放下了破扇子，吃力地爬起来后蹒跚地走到了孙女面前，用颤抖的手轻柔地抚摸孙女的头发，说道：“是谁那么大胆欺负俺的心肝宝贝啊？瞧你这副模样啊，哭成个泪人般，真是要把婆婆的心也哭碎吗？唔？”孙女抬起头，看着老婆婆慈祥的目光，她紧紧地抱着老婆婆却哭得越发凄厉了。老婆婆仍旧抚摸孙女的秀发，说道：“哭吧，哭出来准舒服些。是为了阿明吗？两小无猜斗嘴稀松平常，别看婆婆老了，婆婆曾经是年轻貌美的过来人呢！”轻拍着孙女的肩，老婆婆笑道：“泪水串串儿地流，泪水里有盐分（缘分）呢！今儿你还会为了他流泪，证明你俩的盐分（缘分）不少！”一番话说得孙女扑哧一笑,用略为哽咽声音说道：“婆婆，原来眼泪有盐？怪不得感情会那么的咸（玄）了？”

说毕，婆孙俩相视而笑。

与寂寞登山

相约登山，
无惧荆棘载途、坎坷不平的道路；
他们握紧彼此的手，
徐徐前进。

山顶上，
等待日落的同时，
他们手牵手、肩并肩。
残阳映在土地上，他们的影子，
隐约是一个心形。
他放声呐喊，厚颜地向世界炫耀他们的幸福；
她曼妙吟唱，羞赧地朝大地诉说他们的爱情。

但是，
他们并不知道他们身后的老树旁站着一个卑微的我，
静静地心碎、偷偷地哭泣、轻轻地称羡；
当然也有一些不甘心地祝福他们幸福快乐、天长地久，
虽然他们的甜蜜让我感到苦涩；
即使他们的恩爱让我体会孤单。

夜幕低垂，他们的歌声静止了，
两人紧紧地依靠着对方，
此时无声更胜有声时。
我识趣地踏着遗留于满地的回忆碎片，
隐藏起潸潸流下的眼泪，
悄悄地、缓缓地下山。
我并不寂寞，
因为我还有我的影子相随。

Lovely Spring of May

Flowers blossom in the lovely spring of May,
There are violets, chrysanthemums, roses and buttercups
Which are red, blue, purple, yellow and roundly happy,
Blooming in this pleasant field.
Forgive me for some I couldn’t name;
But they play their role to cheer me up,
Performing this splendid flower-show.

Overjoyed at the colours, children running all over the field;
Their laughter fills this land with joy,
Composing a natural melody that invites me to sing-along.
Oh, let’s not forget the ripening apples and cherries,
They are the essence of the pies Aunt Marie baked.
Suddenly, tantalizing smell pervades my wooden cabin,
Aunt Marie has brought some for me to taste,
I express my gratitude with the pudding I have made.

Oh, lovely spring of May, what a joyful day!
Breeze of warmth gently brushing my face,
What more could I ask for with the peace I possess?
Just one thing, as there is something missing,
That would be your smile which always cure my pain,
I ought to see you smiling or else my life is flawed;
Life is meaningless even if I live eternally,
In this lovely spring of May, in this joyful day.

累了

累了，所以紧闭双眸，
思绪却肆意飞翔，
频频闯入不知名的国度；
延续清醒时的痛苦，
承接现实中的无奈。

猝然，
一道划过苍穹的七色彩虹赫然退色，
化作七道不同深浅的黑灰线条，
刺破人们彩色的希望；
空气中飘散着成千上万希望的残骸，
最终或委尘土，或随流水；
场面如斯地绝望，
也如斯地凄美。
歇斯底里的人群，随处可见，
撕裂呐喊的声音, 震耳欲聋。
我迷惑了，
分不清清浊是非真假；
梦境内所有多么地真实，
现实中一切又何其地虚伪？

醒了，然后张开双眼，
脑海却一片空白。
我打了一个呵欠，伸了伸懒腰，
痛苦地延续清醒，
无奈地承接现实，
一步紧接着一步，
缓缓地迈向死亡。

The Crowded Room

Here I stand, in this crowded room
That filled with emptiness
With strangers exchanging glances
Shoulders rubbing shoulders
Solitary or grouped, empty souls are there
Faking smiles to one another
As I watch, I give a genuine smile
To myself in the mirror that smiling back at me

Here I am, in this crowded room
That filled with loneliness
With passers-by avoiding each other
A lifetime, I would spend
To seek love in every corner of this room
Naive you may say I am
As I believe in lies that never exist
But I am not as empty as you are
My soul, is filled with hopes more than anybody else
In this dimly-lit crowded room