西安28路公交车路线:选自空因诗集《提灯的人》

选自空因诗集《提灯的人》http://blog.sina.com.cn/kongyin11

山与河

河对山说：“我爱你，

所以我舍不得离开你。

没有你，我是一个孤独的行者

在红尘世界里乱闯。

我灌溉了别人的家园，

而我真正在乎的

只有你。”

山对河说：“我爱你，

所以我要给你自由。

纵然你是一个孤独的行者，

走遍天涯海角，

我爱的眼神，

没有片刻

离开过你。

如果我有一付够好的望远镜

如果我有一付够好的望远镜

我首先要看看月亮：

看那广寒宫里的嫦娥如何打发寂寞

看那五百丈的桂花树是否挺拔依旧

另外，也看看她的小玉兔

是否已捣好长生不老药？

如果我有一付够好的望远镜

我要看看那金星：

看那上面是否有一个童颜鹤发的老人

看他到底何时下凡来勘察善恶

要不看看美伦绝色的爱神维纳斯也好

或者看看她那顽皮的儿子丘比特

看他如何摇着满头卷发

飞来飞去、乱射一通

如果我有一付够好的望远镜

我也要看看那宇宙之神：

看他到底是何副尊容

神邸在哪一玉宇琼楼

看他如何叱咤风云

如何来无影、去无踪

又如何

笑而不语将我玩于股掌

其实，如果我有一付够好的望远镜

我最想看的还是你 －我的爱人：

看你如何越过千山万水来到我的身旁

看你那绯红的面颊

那甜蜜的心跳

再看你眼中那如海的温柔

如何将我心头的雪

一滴一滴

融掉

林中的小屋

那林荫处的小屋

小巧如兔窟

风儿簌簌，花香幽幽

古朴如石磨

盘足如老树

那林荫处的小屋

后山佛眼惺忪

附近小溪淙淙

野鸭在闲庭漫步

阳光也吻着壁上的青藤

我屏声敛气

蹑手蹑脚

步入那小屋

古老又清新的呼吸中

可惜它门扉紧闭

人影全无

林荫道上的两把石椅

也只有鸟和落叶在享用

我怏怏地面向归途

却乍然听到

身后传来吃吃的笑声

轻得像风一样

没有月亮的夜晚

一个没有月亮的夜晚

久雨骤停

我坐在窗前

听着蛙声和虫鸣

我什么也没有期待

你却在我的窗前出现了

你凉爽的眼神

将我的心触摸如水

“进来吧，”你说，

然后轻轻拉开了

我灵魂深处的一扇门

那是一扇我在外面徘徊了很久

却没有钥匙打开的门

我进去了才发现

门里面和门外面

是两个截然不同的世界

我一进去

就再也不想出来了

Mountain and River

The river murmurs to the mountain: “I love you,

so I am reluctant to leave you.

Days without you, I am a solitary vagrant

roaming the world.

I irrigate others’ fields

but I really only care about

you.”

The mountain says to the river: “I love you,

so I grant you freedom.

Even if you are a solitary vagrant,

roaming all over the world,

my eyes of love

never leave you alone.”

A Powerful Enough Telescope

If I had a powerful enough telescope

I’d look at the moon-

To see how the Chinese Goddess

Chang E, kills time in her Palace

To see if the five-thousand-foot Cinnamon tree

Is still tall and straight

Also, to see if the jade rabbit

Has produced the elixir of life?

If I had a powerful enough telescope

I’d look at Venus -

To see if indeed a youthful looking elder

Dwells there, determining

When he’ll come to earth to judge

Good and evil

Or to see the stunning Love Goddess

Or her naughty son Cupid

Tossing his curly hair

Flying around, shooting arrows indiscriminately

If I had a powerful enough telescope

I’d look at God of the Universe

To see what he looks like

Or in what fancy building he resides

How he commands the Cosmos

How he comes and goes with no trace

How he playfully arranges my life, smiling

But without a word

In fact, if I had a powerful enough telescope

I’d most like to see you, my love –

Crossing mountains and torrents

To be by my side

Your rosy cheeks

Your soft heart

Your ocean-like gentle eyes

Melting the snow encasing my heart

Drop by drop

the Cabin in the Forest

The cabin in the forest

stands as small as a rabbit hutch

ancient as a stonemill,

contemplating an old grove

with the breeze rustling,

flowers fragrant.

The cabin in the forest

stands with mountains in the back,

sleepy like Buddha’s eye.

Near and in the tranquil yard,

a stream chuckles.

Wild ducks stroll,

and sun kisses a trailing vine.

Holding my breath, I tiptoe

into the cabin’s presence,

old and crisp.

Alas! The door is locked.

No one is in sight.

In the shady path,

birds and fallen leaves

enjoy two stone benches.

Grimly I turn around,

stepping the way I came.

Suddenly from behind

I hear a chortle,

soft like a breeze.

A Moonless Night

 A moonless night:

the long lasting shower finally stopped.

I sat by the window,

listening to bugs and frogs.

I had no anticipation,

but you suddenly appeared.

The coolness in your eyes

stroked my heart

until it was a tranquil pond.

“Come in,” said you, gently pulling open

the door to my soul –

a door by which I had long lingered

but had no key to open.

Once inside

I saw a completely different world

from which I would never want to step out.