Fallen
I live between fire and plague.
Together with my language-these silent worlds.
I live in apple orchards and the sky,
In the initial joy and despair,
Living on Eve—
The owner of the cursed tree
The owner of the fruit.-before.
I live between clouds and sparks,
Living in a growing stone,
In a book that teaches secrets and depravity.
The inspiration of the poet obviously comes from the Bible Genesis. Eve was tempted by the snake and ate the forbidden fruit. Some people say that the forbidden fruit is an apple, while others say it is a fig. The story of Eden is the story of an angel falling. Adam and Eve, the representatives of ignorant human ancestors, were punished by God, the "owner of the tree". Language and books represent the beginning of human wisdom, and it is the action of "eating fruit" that turns on the switch of human think tank. The so-called "depravity" is actually the beginning for mankind to get rid of the HarmonyOS system.
hope
I hope the cedar in the valley and the years
Open your arms to me, I hope it will protect me.
Stay away from the temptation of pearls and sails.
I wish I had cedar roots,
My face perches behind the sad bark,
Then, I will become a light and a cloud.
Appear in the sky-this peaceful country.
However, I am still alive,
From every branch of the valley and the tree of time
It's all the flames on my forehead
A flame lit by fever and loss
Swallow and protect my earth.
What is your wish? Is to earn millions a year. Win the heart of a beautiful woman, live a healthy and smooth life, and be safe? And the poet's wish is so dignified.
I have many wishes at this stage. The anxiety before the age of 30 is increasing day by day, fearing that a person can't live this life well, but he can't find anyone to accompany him; I'm afraid I can't find a satisfactory job, I'm afraid I can't support myself, I'm afraid I can't pay the rent ... anxiety is like a flame that the poet said, burning all over every cell.
We pursue ordinary small happiness, because it is within our power. Life is not so easy, life is not so easy, and such small happiness is enough to comfort people. And only with ordinary little happiness can we consider great contributions. Xiaolin told me: feed yourself first, then do public welfare. This is also the case. If you don't make yourself happy first, how can you make others happy?
Your wish may not be small, but the process of realizing it may be the most unforgettable.
My wish is to live. So humble.
To Sisyphus.
I swear to write on water.
I swear to share for Sisyphus.
That silent stone
I swear that I will always be with Sisyphus.
Baked by high temperature and sparks
I want to be the eyes of the blind
Looking for the last feather
Facing the grass, facing the autumn
Write dusty poems
I swear to be with Sisyphus.
Note: Sisyphus, also translated as sisyphus, is a figure in ancient Greek mythology. It is said that he was punished for pushing the boulder up the mountain, but when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the boulder rolled down again and had to be pushed again, and so on.
The very existence of Sisyphus is absurd. No one knows whether he feels bored, empty or desperate. However, day after day, no one wants to do it.
This act of pushing stones is like seeing the end of life at a glance, trapped in a similar situation, day after day, year after year, endlessly.
The poet is so great that he is willing to share this suffering with Sisyphus. In fact, everyone who tries to live can be regarded as Sisyphus, and can be regarded as someone who walks with Sisyphus, doing the same action endlessly day after day, year after year. Eating the same three meals, walking the same route to study, work, relax and exercise, and repeating the same things every day.
Ah, endless life.
Poetry Translation Selected from: adonis, Xue Qingguo, My Loneliness is a Garden, Yilin Press, 2009.
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