早安 （这首就象挤牙膏。。。原谅一下）
星期六 八月 29, 2009 7:38 pm
早晨的花开了，
仔细看是手上的这把扇子。
水粉的睡莲不带香气，
纤细的扇骨银亮着。
今年夏天出奇地不热，
但你还是保持执扇的习惯。
昨晚散步的公园，
水中央很静，很凉。
你一直想湖心岛那边。
你的梦就象这把扇子，
只不过半开着，
弧形的岛，月牙印的桥，
折起来的晚安。
Good Morning
The morning flower blooms.
On a close look, it is the fan in your hand.
The water lily in the painting has no scent;
slim metal bones glitter like silver.
The summer unexpectedly cools down,
still, you keep the fan handy.
Last night, you took a walk along a trail,
puzzling on the other side of the lake's island.
You dreamt of it like the fan, half folded.
The curved shore, the crescent bridge,
bent into your GoodNight echoes.