潇潇
Xiao Xiao
潇潇，诗人、画家。《大诗歌》《青海湖国际诗歌节特刊》执行主编。1993年主编了中国现代诗编年史丛书《前朦胧诗全集》《朦胧诗全集》《后朦胧诗全集》《中国当代诗歌批评全集》。出版诗集有：《树下的女人与诗歌》《踮起脚尖的时间》等。长诗《另一个世界的悲歌》。有诗作被翻译成德、英、日、法、波斯语、阿拉伯语等。其绘画作品参加了“中国当代诗人艺术展”；“中国当代文人书画展”等。曾获首届“探索诗”奖、“中国第三代诗歌功德奖”、“汶川抗震救灾优秀志愿者奖”、“第二届中国诗剧场-诗歌奖”、第五届“闻一多诗歌奖”、2015中国实力诗人奖等。
Xiao Xiao is a poet and painter, the editor of The Special Issue of the Qinghai Poetry Festival. In 1993, she edited The Collected Works of the Pre-Misty Poets, The Collected Works of the Misty Poets, The Collected Works of the Post-Misty Poets, and The Collected Works of Contemporary Chinese Poetry Criticism. Her poetry collections include The Woman and Poems Under the Tree, and Time Standing on Its Tiptoes, among others. Her long poem, Elegy for Another World has been named by critics as a representative work of Chinese women poets from the 1990s. Her work has been translated into a number of languages. She is a recipient of an Exploring Poetry Award, and Achievements by A Poet in the Third Generation Award, A Wenchuan Outstanding Volunteer Award for assisting with earthquake relief, A Chinese Poetry Theater Award, the Wen Yiduo Poetry Award,etc.
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欧阳昱
Ouyang Yu
欧阳昱，墨尔本拉特罗布大学英文系澳大利亚文学博士。现为澳大利亚作协会员。曾数度获创作基金奖和文学奖。第四部英文诗集《异物》获悉尼2003年快书诗歌奖。英文诗歌多次入选澳大利亚最佳诗歌选。英文长篇处女作The Eastern Slope Chronicle（《东坡纪事》）获2004年阿德雷得文学节文学创新奖。第二部英文长篇小说The English Class（《英语班》）于2011年获得新南威尔士总督奖并四次入围其他大奖。译著《致命的海滩：澳大利亚流犯流放史》获得2014年澳中理事会翻译奖。2016年获得澳大利亚理事会英文诗歌创作基金奖和澳中理事会特别贡献奖（2000-2016）。出版《永居异乡》等11部中文诗集。
Ouyang Yu, now based in Melbourne, Australia has published many books of poetry, fiction, non-fiction, literary translation and literary criticism in the English and Chinese languages. He also edits Australia's only Chinese literary journal, Otherland (since late 1996). His poetry has been included in the best Australian poetry collections for 11 times from 2004 to 2016, and has been included in some of the major Australian collections, such as The Turnrow Anthology of Contemporary Australian Poetry (2014). He also published several award-winning novels.
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越来越多的苦难开口
越来越多的谎言面如桃花，插满了耳朵
越来越多的假象从眼睛张开翅膀
越来越多的腐朽掐住黑暗的咽喉
越来越多的丑陋从肺腑，落井下石
越来越多的时尚在轻浮的罪孽中枝叶繁茂
越来越多的金币收割着神经的末梢
越来越多的苦果在嘴里交给悔恨
越来越多的阴影在胸前十面埋伏
越来越多的栋梁扭曲成微笑的麻木
越来越多的罪行滋润骨质疏松的黑手
越来越多的恶之花结果烂熳的毒瘤
越来越多的疼痛钻进每一个人的皮肉与骨血
越来越多的病毒增加着死亡的重量
唯有灵魂越来越轻，越来越轻
入肉
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More and more suffering is opening its mouth
More and more lies, with peach-flower faces, have grown ears
More and more falsehoods sprout wings out of eyes
More and more corruption is seizing darkness by the throat
More and more ugliness is rubbing salt in the wounds
More and more fashion is flourishing in flirting sin
More and more money is reaping nerve endings
More and more bitter fruit in the mouth is handed over to regrets
More and more shadows wait to ambush around the chest
More and more pillars of state are twisted into smiling numbness
More and more crime are nourishing brittle black hands
More and more fleurs du mal end up tumors of poison
More and more pain is creeping into the bones and blood
More and more viruses are adding to the weight of death
Only the soul is becoming lighter, and becoming lighter
enters the flesh
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日子一天一天在流水中
打着水漂
有些约定本生就是泡影
有些爱注定用来辜负
用来转身
多年后，我头发花白
牙齿脱落
开满波斯菊的皱褶脸上
唯有眼睛依然透明
我独自一人，佩戴爱的首饰
怀着一颗转世的心
带着仓央嘉措的诗篇
登上开往布达拉宫的火车
某一天，在那个传说的
拉萨小酒馆里
某一个角落，坐着放下的我
海拔高处，夜晚打开
一瓶青稞酒
酥油灯的火苗
映在我淡定、平和的额头上
折射出岁月的坎坷
而我饱满的情绪回到
从前的那一个夜晚
也许我等待着一个人的来临
也许，也许，只为了仅仅
仅仅与一个灵魂对饮
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Days in the flow of waters
Like ducks and drakes being played
Some dates themselves bubbles
Some love, fated to fail
To turn around
Many years after, I, white-haired
Teeth fallen
A face filled with garden cosmos
Except the eyes, still lucid
I, alone, wearing the jewelry of love
And a reincarnated heart
Carrying poems by Sangs-Ryyas Rgyamtsho
On board a train to the Potala
One day, in a corner of that
Legendary restaurant
In Lhasa, I, the one who let go
As the night approached, opened a bottle
Of qingke barley wine from the plateau
The flame in the yak butter lamp
Reflected on my calm and peaceful forehead
Refracting the ups and downs of the years
As my full range of emotions returning
To the night in the past
Perhaps, I was waiting for someone to turn up
Or, perhaps, I was merely sitting here, in order to drink
With a soul
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