葡萄园

文/樊功生

你 就这么走开了

留下了不少纳闷

共事多年

仍让人琢磨不透

厌烦了每天的枯燥

去追求那个诗和远方？

不记得已经多少年了

突然收到你的邮件

你碰上了一个相好

异国的

你们用所有的积蓄

收了一个葡萄园

在一个岛上

几张照片：

在葡萄园里忙碌

难得看你像个农工

带孩子们在草坪上悠闲

头发给吹得有点乱

最后是你俩坐着的背影

小桌上放着酒杯

想是自家酿的红酒

园林有些朦胧... 

只有夕阳在杯上留了个亮点

你说：

-- 我家几代都是种田的

土地在血脉里

田野是个忘不了的场景

是个生活方式

它又找回了我... 

Vineyard 

By Ken Fan 

You, just walked away, in such a hurry,

Leaving only puzzles and confusions. 

Colleagues for many years, 

Still couldn't figure out. 

Simply bored with daily routines, 

And went for some distant poetries? 

Many years later, 

A surprising correspondence from you,:

You met someone, from another country. 

Together you bought a vineyard on an island, 

With all the savings from the years. 

Photos are interesting:

Busy in a vineyard, 

Never saw you like a farmer;

Playing with kids on a lawn,

Hair a bit messy.

The last one shows you two on a chair

Facing far side,

With wine in glasses on a small table. 

Must be self made,

The garden looks vague,

Only the bright dot on the glasses 

Reminds the sunset.

You said:

-- we have been farmers for generations.

The land is in our blood,

And the farming is a life style,

could never be forgotten,

And that finally found me back...