荒地 | wilderness
by Zhou Aihua / translated into English by PLS
荒地 作者：周爱华 我们的家，若非一片荒地 那又是什么 我若不日日锄草 你便找不到卧室的入口 通往厨房的路，僻静遥远 我们的家，若是一片荒地 那为什么 我又听不见鸣虫的婉转 大约，它只是一片废墟 纯粹而立，对抗时间的残损 我曾经奋力搭建一个花园 终就，败给荒芜和动荡 有一瞬，就这样放任一切 直至，你再也找不到卧室和厨房 甚至，连客厅也找不到—— 虽然，我们曾在那里相遇 当暴雨来临，荒地 就变成一座孤岛，漂浮在水面 为寻找你的身影，声音 我不得不扒开草丛 往事淡淡的气息，依附在草上 若隐若现 周爱华，在云南。
wilderness translated by PLS our home, what would it be if it were not a wilderness you would not find the entrance to the bedroom if i did not weed every day the path to the kitchen, quiet and remote our home, if it were a wilderness then how could i not hear the songs of insects perhaps it’s just a wilderness in its pure form, protesting against time i once strived to build a garden but was defeated by desolation and turbulence in the end there was a moment, i just let everything be until you were no longer able to find the bedroom and kitchen nor even the living room— the place where we met for the first time when the storm approaches, the wilderness will turn into a lone island, floating above the water to search for your shadow and voice i’ll have to force open the weeds a pale scent of the past, clinging to the grass faintly discernible Zhou Aihua lives in Yunnan.