秋草

樊功生

秋风一起

有点肃穆的感觉

没有百花的喧闹

倒是清静不少

漫山的芒草

最让人喜欢

风一吹

像金色的海洋

滚滚而来

又滚滚而去

走近了

每一根芒草都平淡无奇

它自己也没什么意愿

要被人带回去供着

它们属于这荒山野岭

属于它们自己

亿万芒草在一起

是一个磅礴的场景

太阳升起了

是一个美丽的时刻

都说比梦幻还好

那些灿烂的人生  

是否也是

无数的平凡连接在一起的？

Autumn Grass

By Ken Fan 

The first breeze of fall, 

Heralds a solemn feel. 

Suddenly quiet down, 

Without floral disturbances. 

All over there are silvergrass, 

Which are my favorite. 

With wind blowing, 

They transform into an ocean, 

The golden waves come rolling in, 

And then, rolling out again. 

Walking closer, 

Every grass is so plain and tiny, 

Which doesn't harbour any wish, 

To be brought in for adoration. 

They belong to these deserted mountains, 

And belong to themselves. 

Billions of them in gathering, 

Is a magnificent scene. 

The sun is rising,

Such a beautiful moment,

Better than a dream.

All those brilliant legends,

Aren't they assembled from all those plain little things as well ?