坎儿井

樊功生

45度的高温

叶子变得发脆 透亮

爆出细细的脉纹

没有一丝风

也飘起来

成一片淡绿的雾

仙人掌都难以生存

葡萄活了下来

最浓缩的甜汁

挤进了果实

等待着姑娘们的歌声

坎儿井

吐鲁番的慈母

一一浮出地面

像丰满的乳房

哺育着这块土地

这儿的太阳是最烈的

葡萄是最甜的

有了坎儿妈妈

就有了丰收的欢声

明年还来吧？

注：坎儿井是新疆土鲁番一带地下的灌溉网络，大约有数千条，总长度5千多公里，人间一大奇观！

Qanat 

By Ken Fan

45 degree high

Leaves are crisp

And transparent,

Revealing tender veins. 

They wave

Even with no breezes 

And form a light green mist

In distance. 

Cactus can't even make it here, 

But grapes have survived. 

Thickest nectar

Are squeezed into those fruits,

Waiting for lovely chanting from girls.

Qanat Wells 

Turpan's kind mothers, 

Surface from underneath, 

One by one, 

Breast feeding this land. 

The sun here is most scorching, 

And grapes are sweetest. 

As long as there are qanats, 

There will be celebrations of harvests. 

Come again, next year?