一场雨带来的风与一场风带来的雨
是等量的，从雨中听到风吹的怒吼
与从风中听到雨的哭泣，一样多
雨的恣意，风的放肆
在乌云密布的天空纠缠不休
更多的恐惧来自臆想
一棵疯狂摇摆的柳树
既接受雨的洗礼，又接受风的戏谑
……

written by Liu Zhong Wei
translated by Min Saab

The power of wind brought by a storm and the quantity of rain brought by a hurricane
Are equaled, the angry roaring of wind we’ve heard in the rain
And the loud cry of rain we’ve heard from the wind, are equaled
The willfulness of the rain, the obstinacy of the wind
They get entangled in the heavy dark clouds sky

送信的人走了，我长久地看着一朵花
在风里摇曳，春光慵懒
爱情在情书里陈旧，文字发霉
我忘记了你在春天的样子，麦浪滚滚
田埂的野花，丰腴以及饱满
我的迷醉和依依不舍，装进牛皮纸信封
没有一场雨降落，黄昏晚霞
落日，把一个人的影子拉长成孤独的暗喻
,,,,,,

written by Liu Zhong-wei
translated by Min Saab

The courier has left, for a long while
I’m watching at a flower swing in the wind, in the leisured spring
Love became obsolete in the love letter, words became mildewed
…

花开的时候
正是传说中的三年自然灾害
伙伴们都营养不良，凋谢了
枝头悬挂着你让人垂怜的美丽

花谢了
你长成了一个绒绒的毛桃
…..

written by Chen Bao-Chuan
translated by Min Saab

When you were just beginning to blossom
It was in the legend period of three years of natural disasters
All the young folks were malnutrition and withered
You were hanging on the branch with a piteous beauty
…

一个人的时候，我会去墙角
看看那一片鸢尾花，紫色的花瓣像忧伤的蝴蝶
我只是看看，从不安抚
风吹过五月的花园，它只摇曳、起伏
从不离开，我相信
一切美好的事物都信守自然的哲学
一朵鸢尾花，它春天的娇羞
……

written by Liu Zhong-Wei
translated by Min Saab

When I am alone, I will go to the corner of the wall
I would like to watch at that cluster of irises
their purple petals looked like the glum butterflies
I only look at them, but had never tried to comfort them
…

还说什么呢
风轻易地把一年的日历
从春翻到了秋

一树绿叶
在不知不觉中枯黄
又在不由自主的纷纷落下
…..

written by Zhong Min
translated by Min Saab

What else I can say
When wind, it has easily flipped the year’s calendar over
From the spring to the autumn

The luxuriant green leaves of a tree
It has been unwittingly turned yellow
..

狂风骤起
纸飞机从手中
飞成了一只鹰
在风的冲刺里
不见踪影

潮水涌来
波峰浪谷中
……

written by Zhong Min
translated by Min Saab

A fierce gale suddenly blows
A paper-airplane takes off from my hands
It rises into the air like an eagle
And sprints up in the wind
…

在野地上，一行脚印被大雪埋藏
风呼啸，雪纷纷扬扬

树和麦垛，房子和矮墙
几只野麻雀和独孤的狐狸
藏在大雪里
……

written by Liu Zhong-Wei
translated by Min Saab

In the wild field, a pair of footprints is buried in the heavy snow
Wing is howling, snow is heavily falling

Trees and wheat heaps, houses and short wall
…

棋盘》
人间的脚步
大路小路，都叫迷路
来途去途，终归歧途

《在路上》
走过的路早已消失
……

written by Shadow in Cool Water
translated by Min Saab

Checkerboard

For the steps in the world
Whatever the broad road or narrow road
all can be called as stray roads
Whichever the comings route or goings route
eventually will be led astray at the end…

我们相信它
还像孩子一样被爱

星星多明亮
月亮多清澈

我们在我们的心中看见
尘世垂怜般的投影
……

written by Zi Zai Chuanshang Yue
translated by Min Saab

<>Water<>
written by Window
translated by Min Saab

We rely on it
And it’s loved like a child
…

 <>果园来信

中午 阳光透过玻璃窗
射在褐色的窗台上 你的
来信中 又一次提到姑苏城
提到苏州河倒映的晚春，纱窗后
掩着的女红 花雕酒
你数到十七岁 就停下来
……

written by Zi Zai Chuanshang Yue
translated by Min Saab

<>A Letter from Orchard

written by Autumn-Water
translated by Min Saab

Noon, the sunlight streamed through the window
And radiated onto the brown windowsill, your letter
Once more, has mentioned the city of Suzhou
…

written by You Guo-Feng
translated by Min Saab

The Chinese version of “A Never Showed up Spring” was published in the first issue of the Miniessay Multilingual Magazine. The English version made some slightly revisions.

(1)
I had never seen Xiao Qi was in tears.
Until today, what I can see is still a weak, scrawny face in poor health with a flat nose and grayish-purple lips. When I looked at Xiao Qi’s head, I always recalled a skull on my teacher’s desk while I was learning how to draw a rough sketch in the school, maybe because he has lost almost all his hair. …

written by Zhuan Ye Shan
translated by Min Saab

The Chinese version of “I Can Really Do a Headstand” was published in the first issue of the Miniessay Multilingual Magazine.

This summer has been really very hot, people are easy to get on their nerves with this boiling hot weather. Just imagine, if a fridge was turning to be a hot oven; or a swimming pool was swarming as in an overcrowded shower room; …

Drifting Along My Memory (8)

Yellow River Runs into Far-flung Sea
by Min Saab

Outside an age-old village,
a bold and unconstrained route carried the yellow dust,
the red cloud yearned for the sky beyond the mountains.

Beside an age-old ferry-port,
a bowl of red-date-wine strengthened the heroic aspirations,
the Yellow River winded its way towards the seas.
…

古庄外，驿道跌宕驮黄尘，朝霞憧憬山外天。
渡口边，枣酒一碗壮豪情，九曲黄河连着海。
地之角，铮铮铁骨碾为尘，红枫凋零犹自叹。
天之涯，世界公民忆往昔，心事浩茫知问谁。
—— Min Saab
……