生于1982年，毕业于北京第二外国语学院日语系。曾在《春华秋实》《E-zone》《世界诗人》《SAS北京人》、《中国日报》官方网站、中国国际广播电台日文频道上发表几十篇中、英、日文作品。2006年获得《读者》原创版第十一期评刊活动二等奖。现居北京。

Born in 1982 in Sichuan Province. Graduated from Japanese Department, Beijing International Studies University. Her works have appeared in various journals and websites including E-zone, The World Poets Quarterly, China Radio International and China Daily official website. In 2006, she won second prize in a commenting competition organized by Reader.

分庭抗礼
——与小宇宙的混沌

Wrestling with Chaos Inside

如同在光纤的中枢里泥足深陷 
漫过胫骨  歪脖子灯下开屏的光帷
惊悚  一如蝙蝠在超声波中作茧自缚
四壁红漆的花体字在热浪中沁出汗珠

昨夜大地蠢蠢欲动 吊钟解体 
日式木拖鞋里印度香的遗体攀缘
而今天  从月光宝盒般玲珑的坟茔中苏生
他孤燕的翼端爬满蛛网般的琴弦 

像涂釉的骷髅 
将长臂深入多米诺形镜像的矩阵
是埋葬在地幔中的震源呼唤他的手指
混沌裹在斗篷中  被他的神经末梢感知 

很早以前他就发现了墙角的第四条隐秘的射线
是瞄准线  借以窥伺一个四维世界
他跟从这条线  动作  像向日葵上一条尺蠖  悄然而轻柔
又像一只啃噬钢轨的铜牙步枪  笨拙生硬

颠覆的方向  搅乱的秩序  困扰的感知 
一如既往  他  热爱缥缈和摇摇欲坠的生命
肌腱疲惫  晕眩加重  时空失去意义……
突然背上妻子的一掌把他唤醒
			

It felt like being frozen in the core of an optical fiber,
When shadow of the clumsily-hanged lamp fanned under his feet.
He was a bat stuck among his own ultrasonic beams in horror,
Red letters in Gothic Script on the walls seem to sweat in heat.

During last night's earth tremor the clock in half broke,
Inches of ashes of Indian incense crawled in his wooden Geta.
But today in a music-box-sized coffin his soul woke,
With strings attached like cobweb upon a swallow’s feather.

Like a glossy skeleton he stretched an arm down,
Into the matrix of mirrors arrayed in a domino shape.
Intending to grip the epicenter shrouded in mantle beneath the town,
But his nerve ending touched chaos wrapped in a dark cape. 

Long before he'd found a fourth half-line hidden in every corner,
An aiming line to peep the world from a four-dimensional angle of view.
He sneaked along it, as softly as an inchworm on a sunflower,
And as awkwardly as a steel-toothed rifle that can a railway chew.

Directions inverted, order disturbed, consciousness challenged.
He never forgot holding on the unstable and fictional life.
Muscles fatigued, vertigo deteriorated, concept of time changed.
But suddenly he felt a blow on his back flicked by his wife.
			

挂满蜥蜴的战车

A Chameleon-Ridden Chariot

一辆被燃烧的蜥蜴覆盖的青铜战车，
像喷火的怪兽轰鸣着穿过夜阴森交错的白牙。
那里，稀薄拉长的空间似滚烫的蛋清翻腾，
将倾斜的方位裹在恍恍惚惚的视觉的荚中。

有狂野的嗥叫像不祥的残阳击穿粘稠肃穆的永恒，
像石狮子吐出裂痕斑驳，沾满涎水的翡翠色石珠。
一个戴黑帽子的奸细站在爱奥尼柱涡卷的阴影中，
佝偻的背上摇摇欲坠的群青天空如泰山压顶。

低沉嘶哑的吼声像散落的水银滚过红色的草，
撼动中东南西北像错位的魔方从中断裂。
一位身披银袍的骑士像一道白昼潜入，带来闪耀的奇迹，
它们冒出的水泡像浓缩的光线灼烧，裂为碎片。

布满癌一般增生曲面的地平线已经老化，
他的利斧从里面放出深紫的淤血和姜汁状的脑浆。
剥落如木耳的血痂洒落在战车压出的沟渠里，
像被踩入泥土的灵魂仰望生命的复眼。

骑士割开战车和上面变成了金文的蜥蜴，
像当初上帝剖开红心蛋一样的宇宙的壳。
于是一切耀眼光中上升的破片都汇成一统，
周围荡漾的刺耳的寂静如同阳光沃雪。
			

A bronze chariot ridden by chameleons radiating flaring lights,
Like a gryphon puffing flames, crashed through Night’s staggered saber-like tusks.
Where the attenuated darkness effervesced like boiling egg whites,
Had blanketed the slanting directions beneath visions’ dim husks. 

A savage howl, like an ominous setting sun, punctured immortality so slimy and solemn, 
As if a stone lion shot out a fissured emerald bead covered with saliva. 
A Judas wearing black cockscomb had hidden himself in the shaded volutes of an Ionic column, 
The ultramarine blue sky weighing on his hunched back overloaded this survivor.

Like spilt quicksilver, hoarse growls rolled over the lurid weeds like thunders,
Directions snapped in the middle like a contorted Revenge Cube in the quivers.
A silver-mantled knight dived in like a flash of daylight with blazing wonders,
From which bubbles of condensed rays sparkled and broke into shivers.

The horizon bristled with cancer-like multiplying curved faces had begun aging,
Before his axe released from it purplish blood clots and ginger-juice-colored brains.
Like agarics the blood crusts scatter into the furrows left by the chariot overwhelmingly raging, 
The compound eyes looking up from their trodden-down souls at life’s chains.

The knight carved the chariot and the chameleons that had embossment become, 
When God did the same with the eggshell of this red-yoked universe centuries ago.
Then crystal scraps of all these rising in the dazzling beams added to their sum,
And echoes of the harsh silence around spread like sunshine over snow.
			

让我们杀掉桥吧

Let's Kill the Bridge

让我们杀掉桥吧
让它把鲸吞的空间囫囵吐出
让它骨鲠般的影子跌出西沉的瞳孔
摔成齑粉

我们是各自独立的便衣杀手
每天循着自己的快意恩仇亡命奔走
有时候我们也用世界语寒暄和祈祷
为与我们无关的天气和政治干杯

坤包里潜伏着手雷  刀片和毒药
休闲衫下裹着纹身  枪支和指环
我们用内心里高墙的轮廓
在马路和楼群间划出自己的严密规则

让我们杀掉沟渠和道路
用在寂寞中冰冷了的子弹
像一群沉默寡言的武士
习惯用鲜血代替眼泪  扳机代替舌头

让我们杀掉高山与峡谷
世界上总有东西能让我们歃血为盟
譬如复仇 垄断 征服和黑夜
或者某些与热血无关的温暖

让我们再杀掉目光和怜悯
从此一切将像原始一样荒芜平坦
只有兀立的生命和孤绝的信仰
像笔直的铁钎星罗棋布在地球表面
			

Let's kill the bridge
And force out the engulfed space entirely from its cavities
When its shadow sticking in pupil of the fiery sinking sun 
Will fall to ground like a fishbone and be smashed 

We are plainclothes killers independent from one another 
Playing the role of a desperado in our own segregated world of logics and crimes
At intervals we exchange artificial greetings and say prayers in Esperanto 
And propose a toast for insipid topics about weather or politics 

In the handbag we carry grenades, razor blades and poisons
Underneath our casual T-shirt we have tattoos, revolvers and rings 
With the borderline of the bulwarks in our inner world 
We paint our indisputable laws along the silhouette of boulevards and skyscrapers

Let's kill the canals and roads 
Using our bullets that were almost frozen over in solitude 
Like a group of cold and taciturn samurais 
We prefer bleeding than crying, the trigger than the tongue
 
Let's kill the mountains and canyons 
These must exists something that can ally us and make us sworn brothers 
For example –revenge, hegemony, conquer and darkness 
Or a certain kind of warmth irrelevant to primitive passion 

Then let's kill vision and sympathy 
And leave this hemisphere denuded of natural and human landscape
Only lives and faiths remain there, standing solemnly 
Like unbending reinforcing steels hammered into this planet