窗外的夏天

　　顾城

　　那个声音在深夜里哭了好久

　　太阳升起来

　　所有雨滴都闪耀一下

　　变成了温暖的水气

　　我没有去擦玻璃

　　我知道天很蓝

　　每棵树都龇着头发

　　在那“嘎嘎”地错着响板

　　都想成为一只巨大的捕食性昆虫

　　一切多么远了

　　我们曾像早晨的蝉一样软弱

　　翅膀是湿的

　　叶片是厚厚的，我们年轻

　　什么也不知道，不想知道

　　只知道，梦会飘

　　会把我们带进白天

　　云会在风中走路

　　湖水会把光亮聚成

　　闪烁的镜子

　　我们看着青青的叶片

　　我还是不想知道

　　没有去擦玻璃

　　墨绿色的夏天波浪起伏

　　桨在敲击

　　鱼在分开光滑的水流

　　红游泳衣的笑声在不断隐没

　　一切多么远了

　　那个夏天还在拖延

　　那个声音已经停止

　　1982年8月

　　Summer Outside the Window

　　Gu Cheng

　　Through the deep night a voice cries on and on

　　when the sun rises

　　the drops of rain sparkle briefly

　　then transform into steam

　　but I do not go to wipe off the glass

　　I know that the sky is blue

　　and every tree raises its hair in its hands

　　in that sound of snapping castanets

　　would be a big black beetle in search of food

　　Everything is so distant

　　I was once as weak as a morning cicada

　　wings soaked through

　　and leaves thick, we were young

　　knew nothing

　　and didn’t want to know

　　all we knew was that the dreams might float up

　　might carry us into the daylight

　　clouds might walk along the wind

　　and the water of the lake might gather the light into flames

　　We look out at leaves turning green

　　Still I didn’t want to know

　　and have not got up to wipe off the glass

　　dark green waves of summer rise and fall

　　oars knocking, knocking

　　fish parting the glossy current

　　the smile of the red bathing suit slowly vanishing

　　everything is so distant

　　and still the summer procrastinates

　　and now the whispers end

　　(Joseph R. Allen 译)