行走在黑白之间的世界（二）

秀慧

 
上帝把故事隐藏在空白里，我用钢笔涂去空白的表面，去收获那故事里的风景，宛如园丁扫去地面上层层的秋叶，去寻找隐藏在落叶下的足印。
 
God's stories are hiding behind the blankness, I obliterate the surface of the blankness with my pen to harvest the sceneries in the story, just like a gardener, who sweeps away the thick autummn leaves on the ground to look for the footprints hidden below.

大地的心思
长成了你茂密的枝叶
无心的风经过时
地球母亲便开始窃窃私语

The thoughts of earth
Grows into your branches and leaves;
When a naïve wind goes by,
Our planet mother will come to life with her whispers.

生命上升的极限
绝望峭壁上安放的希望的巢
欲望之翼横扫苍天
搜索脚下渺小而脆弱的生命

静寂的荒漠之夜
天空清透 繁星点点
分享能量的时刻
在幸福地蔓延

The height limit for life
A hope of nest on a hopeless cliff
The wing of hunger sweeping across the sky
Searching the small and fragile animals below

A silent desert night

With clear sky and twinkling stars above
The moment of sharing energy
Is spreading peace and happiness

窗外的海水
一直流到银河
每个夜晚来临
远方的天地间
便传来星星的歌声

星星是云汉之滨的沙粒
棕榈树下面的沙粒也是
一颗颗星星
沙粒之中的微观文明啊
你们是否感应到，此时
我独居海滨 守望星辰

The sea water outside my cottage，

Is flowing endlessly to the Milky way;
When night comes,
Songs of stars across the remote horizon
Will always be wafted to my ear.

Stars are just the sands on galactic beach,

And the sands under my palm trees can also be stars,
The micro-civilization in the sands,
Can you feel me, a star-watcher
Sitting here and now by the sea?

那弯锋利的冷月
划开部族的巢穴

河水里漂浮着远古的咆哮
冰川破裂 群山倾斜

梦中的草原依旧遥远
寒风中双眼如电 毛发如铁


The curvy moon cold and sharp
Staining with the blood of many tribes

Ancient roaring floats about the torrent water
Piercing glaciers and slanting the mountain peaks

The dreaming grassland still unreachable
Standing in cold wind with eyes as thunder and hair as iron

鹭问蛙时蛙不知，
池塘水暖共此时。
莫道异类不相认，
追穷究远本同枝。

A bird talking to a frog who fails to know，
When the warm water in the pond does flow;
Do not make a line between different species,
Evolving from the same root that we all grow.

一棵树对古楼的思念
源于一个月夜的传说
精灵从猫的眼睛里走出
把翅膀借给江心屿的月光
于是
前世的剧本在古楼里上演
今生却爬在树上向房子里张望

The yearning of a tree for an old building,
Originates from a moon-night story:
A spirit going out of cats eye
Lent its wings to the mid-isle moon light,
That puts Pastlife on the stage in the old building,
Into which this life on the tree is looking.

月光冲破窗网，
这一刻 记忆锈迹斑斑；
地老天荒之后，
谁人在描摹
这枯木残梁？

Moonlight breaks through the net,

Playing with memories decayed into rust;
Who, behind the sands of time,
Is depicting the rotten wood and abandoned beams?

廊桥的每根木条的裂缝里
都幽居着一位工匠的灵魂
秋之手都无法描摹的油画
在一次莫名的邂逅中复活

In every wood that makes up the Gallery bridge
Resides a craftsmans soul
An oil painting that even the hand of autumn fails to make
Comes to life in an unexpected encounter

人间与天堂的界线
在纷扬的雪花中模糊
尘世的思绪都被皑皑的白色
格式化清除
一场宿醉后醒来
我分不清
是我在感知
还是宇宙通过我在思索。

The flying snow is filling the gap between heaven and earth,
Formatting all the worldly thoughts with pure whiteness;
Waking up from a night drunk,
I can not tell:
It is I or the universe
That is thinking.

《自闭者的眼睛》

世人如何能理解
一双能看透时空的目光:

另一个纬度的天空,
可以折叠放在口袋里；
那里的爱人 年青 面带微笑,
永远或者断断续续地向你走来。

那里的世界,
可以走进视网膜,
任你直接在眼里观看。

〈Autistic eyes〉

How can the world know the eyes
That can see through the spacetime?

The sky in the other dimension
Can be folded into pocket;
Lovers there, always young and smiling,
Walking toward you forever or intermittently.

The world beyond,
Can go into your retina,
For a direct inside seeing.

把时间凝固成黑色的线条，线条在白色的背景上散落成一个个瞬时的永恒；这一切只为等待某一日，在时光之河上漂泊的你们能蓦然回首。

Time is solidified into black lines, forming a transient eternity on the white background in order to win a look from you--- a wanderer on the river of time.

钢笔画习作: 秀慧

美术指导: 麦浪

中英文配诗: 钱伟

人像摄影: 家骐