曹东，1971年1月生，四川广安武胜人。作品见于《人民文学》、《中华散文》、《诗刊》、《星星》、《四川文学》、《诗选刊》等报刊。曾获第十六届冰心儿童文学奖、第十二届四川日报文学奖。

Cao Dong was born in Wusheng, Guangan, Sichuan Province, in January, 1971. He has published works in various journals including The People's Literature, Chinese Prose, Sichuan Literature. He won the 16th Bingxin Prize for Children's Literature and the 12th Sichuan Daily Prize for Literature.

戴玨，伦敦经济学院和澳洲国立大学毕业。现居于香港。

Edgar Dive studied at the London School of Economics and the Australian National University. He now lives in Hong Kong.

抽屉

Drawer

从黑夜缓缓地抽出白天
摊开在面前的生活
不过是一些杂乱的物件
举起又放下
生活的抽屉，悄无声息地合拢

这样不断反复，生命被抽空
像一张抹布
在擦亮几件东西之后
沉闷地蜷缩在角落
而那擦亮的部分
又能保持多久不会生锈
			

Day being slowly pulled out from night
The life unrolled in front
Comprises simply a jumble of things
Which are lifted up, and put down
The drawer of life will then quietly close itself

The process repeats, its vitality being depleted
Like a piece of rag
After rubbing several surfaces clean
It huddles up, depressed, in a corner
Yet the places it cleaned, how long 
Can they be kept from getting rusty
			

乌江渡

Ford of Wu River

河流收藏了雷电
男人收藏了河流。
女人收藏了男人
生活收藏了女人。

乌江渡。
谁来收藏这些耀眼的石头
这些被风吹变形的深深浅浅的坟墓......
			

Rivers stored away thunderstorms,
Men stored away rivers.
Women stored away men,
Life stored away women.

Ford of Wu River.
Who will store away these glaring stones
in the deep and shallows, tombs distorted by winds...
			

长达半天的欢乐

Joy That Lasts For Half a Day

时间机器，既不能制造时间
也不能让时间消逝
我希望它能
把生活的碎片粘结
一次性给我，长达半天的欢乐
 
然而，和通常意义的
碎纸机
没有什么两样
在空空的屋子里，时间机器
首先卸下我的牙齿……
			

Time machine, it cannot create time
nor let time disappear
I wish it could
glue the shreds of life together
and give it to me in one, joy that lasts for half a day

Nevertheless, not much different 
from the ordinary
paper shredder
in the empty house, time machine
initially stripped me of my teeth...
			

申请书

Application

亲爱的上帝，我申请
不要调我去天堂，也不要
去地狱
天堂太明亮，没有坚硬的黑夜
地狱又太黑，看不见轻柔的白昼
我喜欢生活在
黑夜与白昼的裂缝中
被两把明暗不同的锤子
从不同方向，轮番敲打
			

Dear God, I pray
I don't want to be transferred to heaven, not
to hell either
Heaven is too bright, there's no stiff night
Hell is too dark, no soft day to be seen
I like to live in the 
crack between night and day
to be hammered alternately, from different directions,
by the two different hammers of light and shade