<p class="ql-block">中國先鋒藝術(shù)論壇。</p><p class="ql-block">作者：依爾福elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">困擾的氣氛</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">鋁合金卷閘門卷起來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">仿佛知道了自己命運的所有安排</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而走下講壇的無用的鞋跟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">告別游蕩的日子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">將在距離最近的大都市重新喚起人們對土地的熱情</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">浮夸的資本摘下牧場的花</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">石頭的浪潮卷來冬天的破折號。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">當(dāng)男演員</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">紅牌出局，輕快小曲的角旗</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">沒有讓任何女人通過真實世界之門。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">學(xué)生座位把手套拿出來</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">戴上，當(dāng)做靶心</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">抒情音樂學(xué)校里面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">你是誰？他媽的幾株大樹的記者</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">又是誰？誰傳球給沙塵和夕陽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">帶球閃過女人的黃色校車，吻起來？</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一道閃電，停留在必要的時間</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">引發(fā)一陣不尋常的騷動</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">尚有稻茬的田野</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">它巴掌大的云塊轉(zhuǎn)動日晷的影子</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">鴿群咕咕叫著割草</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">婊子，慢點！轉(zhuǎn)往公園的坡路上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">叉子在吃，中國餐館</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">講話鼻音濃重</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">A TROUBLED ATMOSPHERE</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Aluminum roller shutters roll up</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">useless heels descend from the podium</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Say goodbye to the days of wandering</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">in the nearest metropolis, passion for the land shall be rekindled</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Ostentatious capital plucks flowers from the pasture</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">elms and larches beneath blue or golden skies.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">When the actor</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">red card out, the corner flag of a light-hearted tune</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">lets no woman pass through the gate of the real world.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Student seats pull out gloves</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">to wear as bullseyes</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Inside the lyrical music school</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">who are you? A journalist of a few damn trees</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">who is it again? Who passes the ball to dust and sunset</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">dribbling past the yellow school bus of woman, kissing?</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A flash of lightning, lingering at the necessary moment</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">sparks an unusual commotion</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Fields left with stubble</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">palm-sized clouds turn the sundial's shadow.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Pigeons coo while mowing the grass</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Bitch, slow down! Turning onto the slope leading to the park,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">forks are eating at the Chinese restaurant,</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">speaking with a thick nasal accent.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>