Together
In 1986 my father and mother
took a photo at Yellow Crane Tower
Hard to imagine, this turns out to be the
only existing photo of them together
After my mother passed away, my father dug it out
After my father passed away, we dug it out
intending to put it up on the tombstone for both of them
We set about the ritual from last Tomb-Sweeping Day
but according to the hometown tradition
the whole process would not end until three years later
Now each time I go back to visit my hometown
I persuade my mother, in front of her tomb, to be patient
Then I ask my father, in front of his tomb, not to worry
Every time I examine the photo
I feel an invisible ruler
measuring the distance between them in life
after their passing, and
between them and me
The desire to be together has never been so intense
Only to Continue to Write
When a book is almost over
is when you feel the most pain
A book
has its own main character
The character is dying but you
want the character to live longer
I am writing about
this particular moment
A year has gone by
Should I just let the book end in this manner
Almost every night I dream of
myself struggling
I want the end to come but I also do not want
to hopelessly fall into the cliched pattern
Last night was the most gruesome
one night’s sleep cut into four naps
Each time I woke up
I felt like
the hour hand stuck inside a watch
while the second hand was babbling
it responded only after a long while
At daybreak I promised myself
this definitely will be
the last day, definitely a happy one
在一起
1986年我的父亲母亲
在黄鹤楼下留下过一张合影
没想到,这成了他俩现存的
惟一的一张合影照
母亲去世后,父亲把它翻出来
父亲去世后,我们把它翻出来
打算用在他们的合墓碑上
从去年清明节开始计划这件事
但按老家的规矩
得在三年之后才能落实
现在每次回去我都要
先去母亲的坟前劝她再耐心点
再去父亲的墓前劝他不要着急
现在每次看到这张合影
都感觉有一把看不见的尺子
在丈量着他俩生前的距离
死后的距离,以及
他们与我之间的距离
在一起的愿望从来不曾这样强烈过
惟有写
一本书将完未完的时候
是作者最痛苦的时候
一本书
有自己的主人公
他快要死了而你
还想让他再活一会儿
我在写
这样的时辰
一年已经过去了
就这么结束了吗
每天晚上我几乎都会梦见
他在挣扎
他希望赶紧结束却又不想
就这样落入无望的窠臼
昨天晚上是最难受的一夜
一场觉分了四次才睡完
每次醒来的间隙
我都能感觉到自己像
卡在表盘内部的指针
秒针在喋喋不休
时针半天才回应一下
天亮以后我对自己说
今天肯定是最后的
一天了,肯定很幸福