孩子
我想用抚摸挡住你的耳廓
让你不再听到楼板折断的声音
我想用轻吻掩住你的双瞳
让你不再看到断垣残柱下的黑暗
我要轻轻给你擦去鼻尖的尘土
还给你露水中七月莲花的芬芳
我要静静给你盖上一张薄毯
怕仲春的寒风侵扰你戏水的梦
宝贝，你走了
生的夏日不会再来
孩子
那是哪一年的许诺呢
我的记忆已淹没于闹世的纤尘
而你把那个陶罐摇晃了五年
试图用一枚枚硬币
填没川北和八达岭的距离
你说你要披一件飘扬的斗篷
做一回小人书里的巡城大将军
你说你要采一把山脚的野花
祭奠青石上千年不褪的血痕
宝贝，你走了
长城的夏日不会再来
孩子
我欠你一个南国透明的蓝天
和蓝天下反弹着阳光的海滩
那只放在你床头的彩色帆船
白天是一窗碧波翻滚的向往
晚上是一枕轻风荡漾的期盼
你说你要戴一个棕榈的头圈
在潮汐里倾听海欧的鸣唱
你说你要一个椰树下的生日派对
一口气吹走十二年的稚嫩长大成人
宝贝，你走了
海南的夏日不会再来
孩子
今年屋前的溪水格外凉
是因为春的脚步太沉重迟缓
杜鹃的花叶象浸透了鲜血
在绿荫下刺眼地绽放着悲壮
布谷鸟唱完春季的挽歌
已经飞离恸哭的岷山
松鸦在树梢跳跃呼唤着
再也找不到那个采蘑菇的童年
宝贝，你走了
川北的夏日不会再来
孩子
奶奶的背更驼了
她的肩上已经压了七十六年的苦难
谁都不敢看她半个世纪前就已干枯的眼睛
只有磨得发亮的拐杖知道她颤巍巍的坚强
青瓦和房梁砸碎了她的藤篮
屋檐下再不会有她剥玉米的雕塑般的身影
此刻她正坐在瓦砾堆上望着通向小学的土路
固执地等待你的跳跃出现在路的尽头
宝贝，你走了
奶奶的夏日不会再来
孩子
让我帮你把那只铅笔洗净削尖
用缎绸包好放在你的枕边
天堂会有文具会有童玩会有一切
可是妈妈只能读懂人间的语言
别忘了常常给妈妈写来梦信
让风儿带回你的欢笑
请在夜晚的穹幕画上圣殿的水晶灯笼
在蓝色的背景描绘天堂的彩虹桥
和永不崩塌的白鹅绒的城堡
宝贝，你走了
妈妈的夏日不会再来
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My dear child
Wish I could
cover you in my softest caring
Let you hear no, the breaking sounds of horror
Let you know
there is no darkness below
It's a night as usual
"kisses on nose, on black eyes," so beautiful
My dear babe, my soul
Wish I could wrap you
in morning mist scented with July's lotus
Let a soft blanket cover your dream
as you play in summer's pool
away from the night chill
O my babe
why leave so suddenly,
so... soon
summers without sunrays
lifeless
My babe
memories too old
To be buried in the noisy world
I know, It's your fifth summer,
in your little hand a "pig-toy"
you ask:
"enough? How far can I go?"
I know your dreamed "toy" next
Acting like in picture books
Guarding the city as a general
I know you'll pick the flowers from the hills
Beside a grave stone, a story told
Darling
You left us too soon
Your Great Wall summer
turned into nothing
My boy, I know
How much I owe you:
Blue skies in the south
a sunny beach you never knew
Under your pillow
dreams carried in a colored paper boat
green waves high
Rough seas outside your window
My honey babe
I wish I could
promise you
Seagull's singings upon high waves
a birthday party under palm trees
My boy
water this summer is so cold
spring this year comes way too slow
Why flowers so red
and blooming so fast
in deepest sorrow
Birdssing
They are looking for you -
but the mountain moved
You left in hurry,
no mushroom traces ...
My Boy, if you go
Grandma will be frozen
in her tears
She's 76 but never looked so old
stands silently trembling in sorrow
In her hands the incense stick shines still
Her old baskets in the rubbles
she works, statue in shadows
she sits
looking at the road
wishes to see you
jump out as a bird at end of the road,
retuning from school.
O, my babe, if you go
you take grand-ma's summer with you
Oh, darling babe
let me do
clean your pencils one more time
let me sharpen them for you
leave them next to your pillow…
Up there, you'll have pencils
Thought I never could hear your voice on this earth below
Oh My boy, before you go
sealed your dreams in an envelope
paint the stars, leave me
a lantern of shinning stars
a bridge blue rainbows
a white swan in a strong castle
Oh, my dearest babe,
No summers left for my boy
Please, don't go ...
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