深秋
作者 樊功生


人该穿暖的季节
大自然裸了
山有些光秃
生存是个零和的游戏


砍柴的出发了
长满老茧的手
在掐着盘算
这些枯落的树杆
过冬也许够了
要为这些枝丫伤心？
没听说过


执着的是文人
秋风一起
就立在窗口
写那些凄惨的诗
下沉的夕阳
是否也欠着两滴眼泪？


花明年还是会开
树又会再长
人在叹息中过日子
只会多几道皱纹


一年又快过去
还在无所事事？
三杯两盏浑酒
欲语 无语
蹉跎 虚度... 


呵呵 不想听了  
捡柴火去吧
下雪就不怕了




Late Autumn


By Ken Fan
Translated by Ken Fan




Nature turns naked
As the season demands warm clothes. 
Mountains become increasingly bald, 
Survival is a zero-sum game. 


Wood choppers have departed, 
Calloused hands meticulously figure:
Those fallen woods in the forest, 
May be enough to go thru the winter. 
Should there be sadness for those dead branches?
That we've never heard. 


Stubborn are those poets, 
Once chilly wind starts to blow,
They would sing melancholic verses by the window, 
Should there be some tears, 
that a setting sun is supposed to owe?


Flowers will blossom next year, 
So will the trees grow. 
But a man will only get more wrinkles, 
If he spends all day in endless sorrows. 


Another year is passing, 
Still doing nothing? 
A few cups of sour wine, 
Speaking, or speechless. 
Wasting, and wondering ... 


Cheer up! 
No one really cares. 
Go fetch some firewoods
To keep us warm in snowy days.