《根》 作者：孟伟
匆忙的土地上，长着匆忙的苗。
那些新长的苗，被移植去了一片 更匆忙的土地。
那些园丁们的园丁守着没有苗的土地—— 一片只剩空盆的、寂静的后院。
而每次返乡，是一场反季节的汛：
早该板结的血脉，总在深夜返潮。
我已成为自己最熟练的园丁，
在方寸的阳台上，
反复修剪 那伸出栏杆的、私奔的梦。
它的根，在水泥的缝隙里蜷曲，
吮吸每一次，准时而苍白的 人工降雨。
English version:
## The Root
**By Meng Wei**
On hurried soil, hurried seedlings grow.
Those newly grown ones are transplanted
to even more hurried soil.
The gardeners of gardeners tend the barren land—
a silent backyard of empty pots.
Each homecoming is an unseasonable flood:
the veins that should have hardened
soften again in the deep night.
I have become my own most skilled gardener,
on a tiny balcony, endlessly pruning
the eloping dream that reaches past the railing.
Its roots coil in the cracks of concrete,
sucking each punctual, pale
artificial rain.