▋只有花语是红的
金铃子

27公里的巨幅泼墨
浓墨、淡墨、干墨、湿墨、焦墨
谁的手笔？
齐白石。李可染。傅抱石。张大千
黄宾虹……不，都不是
他们可以画出灵禽怪鸟，修竹流云
画不出清溪峡的春天
绿得繁华， 妖娆，色色动人
春禽的歌声是绿
蝴蝶的小翅膀是绿
山是绿，河水浩荡的绿过来
仿佛巨大的翡翠，我把手伸进河里
突然，一块帝王绿在我手中
我把它戴在腕上。突然
诗歌平地涌来。两岸的绿翡翠
绿光芒

只有花语是红的
她站在船舷，穿着红裙，像鸟雀唱歌
坦然动人，全然不知
她偷了清溪峡的口红



Only the language of flowers is red.

27 kilometres of giant ink splashes
Heavy ink, light ink, dry ink, wet ink, burnt ink
Whose handiwork?
Qi Baishi. Li Keran. Fu Baoshi. Zhang Daqian
Huang Binhong...no, none of them.
They can draw birds and birds, bamboo and clouds.
You can't paint the springtime in Qingxixia.
Green and luxuriant, enchanting and lustrous.
The song of the spring birds is green
The butterfly's little wings are green.
The mountains are green, the river is vast and green over here.
Like a giant emerald, I put my hand in the river.
Suddenly, a piece of emperor green was in my hand.
I put it on my wrist. Suddenly
Poetry pours in flat. Green emeralds on both coasts
greenish glow

Only the language of flowers is red.
She's standing on the side of the ship, in a red dress, singing like a bird.
It's honest, it's touching, it's not.
She stole the lipstick from Qingxixia.

译/梵君



▋给十二背后的紫薇
金铃子

梅尔说，“紫薇盛开的时候
它旁边的房间不好预定。”
我想，我这个从不预约的人
将永远错过十二背后，紫薇的客房，幸福的石床
我有点遗憾，有点难过
虽然，你的香气我早已拥有
有的像春风，有的像太阳，有的像月亮
有时候啊，你紫色的诗句
狠心的将我击倒。我爬起来
把你一读再读，读给昨天的亲人
读给那些忘记了爱情的人
告诉他们，牡丹、樱花、木兰
名花万色……算不了什么

哎，你要原谅我
我就是那个固执而狭隘的人
心里只能种下一棵
——紫薇一样的爱人双河客栈B613



To the crape myrtle behind Twelve.

Meier said, "When the crape myrtle is in bloom
The room next to it is not easy to book."
I thought to myself, the one who never makes reservations.
Would never miss the twelve behind, the crape myrtle room, the happy stone bed.
I'm a little sorry, a little sad.
I already have your scent, though.
Some like the spring breeze, some like the sun, some like the moon.
Sometimes, you purple verse.
Ruthlessly knocking me down. I get up.
Read you over and over again to the loved ones of yesterday.
Read to those who have forgotten love.
Tell them about the peonies, the cherry blossoms, the magnolias.
A million flowers... is nothing.

Hey, you have to forgive me.
I'm the stubborn, narrow-minded one.
Only one can be planted in the heart.
--The Crape Myrtle Like Lover Twin River Inn B613

译/梵君

▋只有花语是红的
金铃子

27公里的巨幅泼墨
浓墨、淡墨、干墨、湿墨、焦墨
谁的手笔？
齐白石。李可染。傅抱石。张大千
黄宾虹……不，都不是
他们可以画出灵禽怪鸟，修竹流云
画不出清溪峡的春天
绿得繁华， 妖娆，色色动人
春禽的歌声是绿
蝴蝶的小翅膀是绿
山是绿，河水浩荡的绿过来
仿佛巨大的翡翠，我把手伸进河里
突然，一块帝王绿在我手中
我把它戴在腕上。突然
诗歌平地涌来。两岸的绿翡翠
绿光芒

只有花语是红的
她站在船舷，穿着红裙，像鸟雀唱歌
坦然动人，全然不知
她偷了清溪峡的口红



Only the language of flowers is red.

27 kilometres of giant ink splashes
Heavy ink, light ink, dry ink, wet ink, burnt ink
Whose handiwork?
Qi Baishi. Li Keran. Fu Baoshi. Zhang Daqian
Huang Binhong...no, none of them.
They can draw birds and birds, bamboo and clouds.
You can't paint the springtime in Qingxixia.
Green and luxuriant, enchanting and lustrous.
The song of the spring birds is green
The butterfly's little wings are green.
The mountains are green, the river is vast and green over here.
Like a giant emerald, I put my hand in the river.
Suddenly, a piece of emperor green was in my hand.
I put it on my wrist. Suddenly
Poetry pours in flat. Green emeralds on both coasts
greenish glow

Only the language of flowers is red.
She's standing on the side of the ship, in a red dress, singing like a bird.
It's honest, it's touching, it's not.
She stole the lipstick from Qingxixia.

译/梵君



▋给十二背后的紫薇
金铃子

梅尔说，“紫薇盛开的时候
它旁边的房间不好预定。”
我想，我这个从不预约的人
将永远错过十二背后，紫薇的客房，幸福的石床
我有点遗憾，有点难过
虽然，你的香气我早已拥有
有的像春风，有的像太阳，有的像月亮
有时候啊，你紫色的诗句
狠心的将我击倒。我爬起来
把你一读再读，读给昨天的亲人
读给那些忘记了爱情的人
告诉他们，牡丹、樱花、木兰
名花万色……算不了什么

哎，你要原谅我
我就是那个固执而狭隘的人
心里只能种下一棵
——紫薇一样的爱人双河客栈B613



To the crape myrtle behind Twelve.

Meier said, "When the crape myrtle is in bloom
The room next to it is not easy to book."
I thought to myself, the one who never makes reservations.
Would never miss the twelve behind, the crape myrtle room, the happy stone bed.
I'm a little sorry, a little sad.
I already have your scent, though.
Some like the spring breeze, some like the sun, some like the moon.
Sometimes, you purple verse.
Ruthlessly knocking me down. I get up.
Read you over and over again to the loved ones of yesterday.
Read to those who have forgotten love.
Tell them about the peonies, the cherry blossoms, the magnolias.
A million flowers... is nothing.

Hey, you have to forgive me.
I'm the stubborn, narrow-minded one.
Only one can be planted in the heart.
--The Crape Myrtle Like Lover Twin River Inn B613

译/梵君