Career In Business

一艘小船穿越暴风雨，

在河流之间翱翔。

向上看，

我想，

风会吹向什么方向？

水是汹涌的，波涛汹涌的怒火。

鸣禽欢快的颂歌渐渐远去，

取而代之的是哀嚎的沉默。

唉！一个令人困惑的火，

一个无法解释的世界。

顺着光的方向，

等待黎明的到来，

寻找家乡。

期待黎明的温柔怀抱。

也许,

有一天,

鱼肚跳出黑水，寒冬式微，

春天会回来迎接自己。

雨停了,华尔兹，

火势舒缓，

花朵盛开，

太阳照亮了？

白云潇洒，

天空润绛，

现在鸟儿准备聚集。

我们的镜头有裂缝，

我们的思想在这个五彩缤纷的世界里，

谁能分辨是非？

黎明慢慢渗入易受影响的黑夜。

然而不知何故，

光似乎还是那么遥远……

穿过运河，只剩下一个非正式的墓地。

妈妈是万能的，

冬天能煲出热汤，

夏天能扇出清凉。

妈妈不是万能的，

因为她只能等着她的孩子慢慢长大。

有时候，

会想起那些被雨水打湿的哀愁。

有时候，

会忘记那双被月亮凝视的明眸。

这些年，

我们都在忙碌，忙着把自己交给别人。

交给以后，

叫嚷着，不够不够。

索求着，还有还有。

而最美风景，并不需要邂逅。

不信，

请你回头。

我亲手埋葬了你,

埋葬肉体,

埋葬灵魂。

埋葬意识和神经，

我无法想象离开你的日子，

无法想象破茧成蝶展翅飞翔。

剔透的水面倒影着脸庞，

失神恍惚，

亢奋至极，

感情激昂，

幸福洋溢……

我似乎接受了离开你的日子,

我看到了五光十色的翅膀。

划呀，划呀，

飞向蔚蓝的天空，

飞向陆离的山间。

飞向大地，飞向草原，

回到了我的归属。

我彻底埋葬了你，

水面再次倒映着脸庞。

波澜不惊，

风平浪静，

安心恬荡，

海晏河清，

我变得矢志不渝。

而你，

早已被我忘却，

似是人间的昙花一现，

似是烟火的此消彼长。

我已飞向远方，

开启了新的一段远航！

宇宙成为宇宙，

只有一次。

就像春夏秋冬一样，

只有一次。

但是，

没头没尾。

可能白天有很多次，

夜晚只有一次。

没头没尾的黑夜中，

焦虑只有一次，

压抑只有一次，

崩溃也只有一次。

可是，

没头没尾。

一场雪只能被融化一次，

一颗树只能被砍断一次，

一朵花只能凋谢一次。

一次出生，

一次死亡。

我成为我，

只有这一次。

我为此后悔，

也只有这一次。

可是，

没头没尾……

我看一阵暖风，

揉过干爽的沙地，

漾出纹理。

我看飞鸟盘旋，

隐入天际，

夕阳沉醉大地。

我看翩然的蝴蝶，

落在少女的发髻。

我看积雪，

把枝条压低。

我看春水，

漫过白堤。

我站在起伏的生命线上，

看着目之所及的欢乐和忧戚。

紫色的天空略带着忧伤，

渐渐吞没了火红的太阳。

温暖的阳光打到身上的瞬间,

却变为了彻骨的寒冷，

连带着那份对世间的愤恨,

也被冻得烟消云散。

我原本以为美丽的花场,

却是葬送我未来的坟墓，

夹带着那微微刺鼻的气味,

将我的失望冲淡。

那划破天际的光柱终于被掐灭，

我也是时候离开这寒冷的黑夜。

云是白的，轻盈柔软。 

云是灰的，雷鸣电闪。 

海是蓝的，风平浪静。 

海是深的，危险四伏。 

光是亮的，温暖万物。 

光是暗的，折腰追寻。 

哪个是他们的模样？ 

或许，它们不该被定义。

Career In Business

A small boat traverses through the storm,

Soaring between rivers.

Looking upwards,

I wonder,

What direction will the wind blow?

The water in turmoil, waves sweeping with rage.

The cheerful carols of songbirds fade away,

Replaced by wailing silence.

Alas! A confusing fire, an inexplainable world.

Following the direction of light,

Waiting for dawn to arrive,

Searching for home.

Looking forward to the gentle embrace of dawn.

Perhaps,

One day,

The fish will spring out of the black water,

And the harsh winter will pass,

And spring will welcome itself back.

The rain stop waltzing,

The fire soothed,

The flowers blooming,

The sun lit?

The white clouds are dashing,

The sky bleeds crimson,

Now the birds prepare to gather and rot.

Our lens flawed with cracks; our thoughts tarnished by desperation.

In this colorful world,

Who can distinguish right from wrong?

Dawn slowly seeps through the impressionable night.

Yet somehow,

The light still seems so distant.

Crossing the canal, 

all that is left is an informal cemetery.

Mom is the almighty.

She can make hot soup in winter.

She can flutter coolness in the summer.

A mother is not all-powerful.

Because she can only wait for

 her children to grow up.

Sometimes,

I think of that the sorrow of being wet with rain.

Sometimes, 

We forget that pair 

of bright eyes of the moon.

These years, 

we are busy giving ourselves to others, 

To the future,

Screaming that it’s not enough,

Asking for more and more,

And sometimes the most beautiful scenery 

doesn’t need to be discovered. 

Just look right behind you,

it’s been there all along.

I buried you with my bare hands.

Bury your flesh.

Bury your mind,

And bury your soul.

I can't imagine the days without you.

Can’t imagine one day I will spread my wings and fly.

The face reflected from the crystal surface of the water.

Dizzy

Euphoric

Rapturous

Ecstatic

I seemed to accept your departure.

I saw a pair of multicolored wings.

Flap your wings, flap your wings.

Fly into the cerulean sky.

Fly into the peculiar mountain.

Fly to the land, fly to the prairie.

Fly to the place where I belong.

I buried you with my bare hands thoroughly.

Surface of the water reflected the face again.

Unspectacular

Noiseless

Placid

Peaceful

I become determined.

But, you

already disappeared from my memory.

The glimpses of the mortal world.

The rising and falling of the fireworks.

I’ve already flown a distance.

A new voyage has started.

Universe becomes universe,

Only one time.

Like spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Only one time.

But,

No end.

Probably many times during the Day,

Only once in the night.

In the endless night,

Anxiety only once,

Suppress only once,

Crash only once.

But,

No end.

A snow can only be melted once.

A tree can only be cut down once.

A flower only withers once.

One birth,

One death.

I become me,

Only this time.

I regret it,

Only this time.

But,

No end.

I see, the hot wing, 

touching the sand dune

, drawing its footprints;

I see, 

birds are hovering,

 so high, into sky, 

I see the departing sunbeams still shining;

I see butterflies flying around, 

hover over a young lady’s head;

I see snow-crowned, 

keeping the branches downs,

 I see young water, 

running over the white beach;

Standing among my fluctuate lifeline,

 looking at my happiness and sadness.

The evening sky illuminates the 

land with a gradient of blue,

slowly smothering the sun to death 

as its last embers falter.

The radiant warmth of the sunlight fades to 

a blistering cold as it approaches,

Covering my slanting anger in

 a sheet of silver frost. 

The ravishing field of flowers is

 just yet another graveyard for my hopeless future.

A suffocating end, washing

 my sorrows away in endless lamentation.

The crimson glow of the light 

has finally extinguished, 

despite its desperate tries.

The time for me to leave is

 near as the frigid night cries.

The clouds are white, light and soft.

The clouds are gray, thunder and lightning flash.

The sea is blue, quiet and calm.

The sea is deep and full of dangers.

Light is bright and warms everything.

Light is dark, sacrifice to pursue it.

Which is their appearance?

Perhaps, they should not be defined.