感恩

樊功生

突然

在山上迷路了

黄昏里

除了草还是草

有的在点头

有的在摇头

是在同情

还是嘲笑？

路全被盖住了

只有无际的黄色海洋...

饥饿  

恐惧  

绝望

小小的土地庙前的地上

有一盘干瘪的水果

知道这是给神灵的

但还是扑了上去

请允许我吧？

实在不行了

发誓：  

要是活了下来

一定会一辈子感恩

一定要做个有用的人...

Thanksgiving 

By Ken Fan 

Suddenly, 

Lost in the mountains, 

Grasses are all the eyes can see. 

Some are nodding, 

Others are shaking sideways. 

Sympathizing, 

Or scorning? 

Paths are all covered, 

Only an infinite ocean of yellowness. 

Hunger, 

fear, 

despair. 

A small plate of dry fruits appear

In front of a Buddhist altar. 

It must be offered to the spirits, 

But can't help pouncing on them. 

Forgive me, Lord. 

Can't endure any longer. 

I swear:

If survive this, 

I'll be grateful for rest of my life, 

And determined to become an useful person.