山丘

文/Ken

除了自己

没人认为我是座山

也没给起个名

只说是前面那个坡

身后 还有千百个坡

低着头 弓着背

绵延过去

直至那座高峰

尖尖的峰顶

终年积雪

不同的时辰

泛起不同的色彩 美

名字也好：白公主山

每年冬至

成群结队的人

会去朝拜

只是这一路

要踩着伙计们的脊背上去...

Hump

By Ken Fan 

Besides myself,

No one believes that I'm a mountain.

I don't even have a name,

Only being called a hump.

Behind me, 

there're thousands of jumps,

With heads low and backs hunched, 

Endless in line, 

Till that great mountain. 

The lofty peak, 

Is snow covered all year. 

At any given moment, 

It reflects a unique hue, 

So gorgeous. 

It's named well also: 

Snowwhite Peak. 

Every winter at Solstice, 

Pilgrims in throngs, 

Will head there for worshipping. 

Yet each time in climbing, 

They stomp on the backs of my dear brothers....