庄稼

樊功生

早上打开窗 期盼着

夜里抽着烟 琢磨着

芽 还没发？

叶 还没绿？

穗 拔了吗？

不知怎么的

庄稼越长越慢了... 

耕牛骡马早已杀光

钱都花在

农药 化肥 催化剂

还有拖拉机 大卡车... 

呵呵

现代化了

只是 

不敢吃

也不敢喝... 

有人劝我们回到从前

说是“有机”

但要三倍的价钱

这么多年的文明之路

又白走了... 

一辈子只能种一茬了

说人类的生命在延长

可种田人的一生

却越来越短

谁在说

但求耕耘

不求收获？

看不到收获的

是可怜的人... 

土地

像是生了什么怪病

吞不下 

吐不出

种子早已撒下

只能等吧

就怕收割的时候

已经是另一波人...

Crops

By Ken Fan

Open windows in the morning, 

Awaiting;

Start smoking at night, 

Pondering. 

No sprouting? 

No greening? 

No spiking? 

Don't know why, 

The crops grow more and more slowly. 

Buffalos, mules and horses are all slaughtered.

Money are all poured into:

Pesticides, fertilizers and catalysts, 

As well as tractors and trucks...

Hehe, 

Modernized, 

Yet no one dare to eat, 

Nor drink...

Some persuaded us to return to the past.

And claimed that's "organic", 

With a price tag three times over. 

All these years of civilization, 

Is entirely wasted. 

There's only one harvest in a lifetime,

And some praises our increasing longevity.

But peasants' lives in fact have been shortened. 

Who says, 

That we should just focus on cultivation, 

Instead of collection? 

Those, who couldn't see the harvest, are the most pathetic...

This land, 

Seems infected with a bizarre disease. 

Unable to absorb, 

And to produce. 

The seeds were planted long time ago, 

Nothing could be done but waiting. 

Should there be any harvest later, 

It would be a entirely different crowd...