生于中国重庆，上小学时随父母移居上海。毕业于复旦大学，并分别在美国两所大学获得学位。诗天空诗人协会会员。发表诗歌数十篇。现居南加州。

Yuan Liang was born in Chongqing, China. He moved to Shanghai with his parents while he attended elementary school. He graduated from Fudan University and holds graduate degrees from two American universities. He is a member of PoetrySky Poets Association and his poems appeared in a number of major poetry journals and anthologies in China and the US. He lives in Southern California.

词

Word

被一个词打开身体
被一个词刺痛
泪水为一个词而流
一个词是一粒种子
你不能确定
它会开出一朵花
还是长成一片荆棘

沿着血脉奔涌
词就化成血
在黯淡的阴影里睡眠
词就变成梦
心路纵横千万条
词走在路上
寻找安歇的温床

一个词追求另一个词
互相谈判，修改，润色
组合成语，俗语，或者隐喻
哪怕千分之一的意义
也能汇成萤火虫那样的光
在你的田野飞来飞去

在一个词中迷失
在另一个词中清醒
你在精心选择一个词
一个词也在苦苦选择你

一个词在你的脚步里
催促你，或是阻挡你
也许要等到生命的最后一刻
你才真正理解这个词的含义
			

The body is opened up by a word
stung by a word
Tears are running for a word 
A word is a seed
You never know for sure
if it can bloom into a flower 
or develop into a thorn 

Flushing along blood vessels 
the word becomes blood
Sleeping in bleak shadow
the word becomes dream
Thousands of roads spread across over heart
The word is on the way 
looking for a resting hotbed 

One word seeks for another word
Negotiating and embellishing with each other
and assembling idiom, vulgarism, or metaphor
Even a thousandth meaning 
can collect the light like a firefly
flying around in your field 

Wandering in a word 
but clear-headed in another
You carefully select a word 
and the word selects you as well

A word in your footsteps
hastening you or blocking you 
Maybe you have to wait to the end of life
till you really understand the meaning of this word
			

我是海水

I am Seawater

我是浪迹天涯的海
我是水中之水
我饮尽天杯中的光和影
我湿润的皮肤在水面闪烁
风喊着我的名字
白波的马匹驮着我
翻越一座座黑夜的大山

我喧嚣的集市有教堂白色的尖顶
我沉默的礁石会响起寺院黄昏的钟声
我呼吸着开镰前的麦地 
我的身上竖起金色的麦芒

我铺装透明的台阶
我酿造蓝色的心情
我在珊瑚的乐谱前自弹自唱
我有一双始终睁大的眼睛
但在我进入你心的城堡之前
你无法看见

我踏着光赤足行走
与我随行的，是
柔波里水草荡漾的情思
贝壳中出生的梦想
五彩水母装饰的青春

风打开我的窗子
我的卵石是细腻光滑的
我是粗犷的北方和温柔的南方
白杨树和棕榈树
在我的波影中轮流舞蹈

我的脚趾被浪花的白袍遮掩
窸窣地在你的沙滩登陆
我唇上的词语垂着酒滴
我不会搁浅，但会在乎
你是热情地接受我
还是冷冷地拒绝我

我会用音乐舔你的伤口
我会把海藻的咸味
和阳光金黄的面包
在你光洁的餐桌上铺开   
只期待你，在心底  
用月光的温柔喂养我的鱼群
			

I am the sea whose waves travel the world   
I am the water in waters
I drink up the light and shadow from the cup of sky
My wet skin twinkles on the surface 
Wind calls my name
The horse of white waves carries me 
crossing the great mountains of night

There is the white spire of church at my uproarious street fair 
There would be the sound of the evening bell of temple on my silent reef 
I breathe the wheat field to be reaped 
The golden wheat awns stand on my body

I pave my doorway steps crystal
I brew my mood blue
I play and sing in front of score made of coralline 
I have my eyes open all the time 
But before entering your castle of heart
you cannot see me

I step on light, strolling on bare foot 
Along with me is
the passion of weeds in bubbles
the dream born from shell 
and the youth decorated with colorful jellyfish

Wind opens my window
My pebbles are smooth and lubricous 
I am rough north and tender south 
Poplar trees and palm trees 
dance one after another in the shadow of my wave 

My toes are covered with white gown of surf
rustling on your sand beach
The words on my lips are drooping wine
I would not be aground but would care 
if you accept me fervidly
or reject me coldly

I would lick your wound with music 
I would bring salty alga 
and golden bread of sunlight
rolling them out on your shining table 
only expecting you, deep at heart 
to feed my shoal with gentle moonlight