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箭 楼
箭楼像一滩野鸟的粪便
孤零零地遗落在荒野里
古老的城堞，一堆灰色的砖石
箭楼像搁浅的船
或受伤的小兽剥秃了毛
蹲伏在旷野里梦着咆哮
千军万马呢？铜钹羯鼓呢？
箭衣褪色在日光的曝晒下了
箭镞锈损在风雨的侵蚀里了
墨色的云追逐於颓圯的箭楼背后
背弓者的心却像拨云见日
不肯在云堆里沉落
我要驰骋在负载我的道路上
把荒野的尸布撕破
把天空的棺盖射穿……
1948年6月30日
（原载北平《国民新报》）
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THE WATCH TOWER
The watch tower is like a pile of wild
bird's dung,
Left alone in the wilderness.
The ancient battlements are a pile of gray bricks
and
stones.
The watch tower is like a boat stranded,
or a
wounded animal skinned,
Squatting in the wild, dreaming of howling.
Where are the troops, the drums and the
gongs?
Armour has faded in the sunshine.
Arrowheads have gone rusty with the erosion of the
weather.
Dark clouds chase after each other behind the
dilapidated watch tower.
Archers' minds seem to see through the clouds,
and wouldn't lie down in the clouds.
I want to gallop on the road,
tearing down the shrouds in the wilderness,
And shoot through the coffin cover of the sky…
Composed on June 30, 1948,
carried in "National New Paper" Beiping
(Translated by Chen Yulin)
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