峭壁如削！现在我就站在
峭壁之上的虚空里
腿软，恐高，小心脏几次跳出来
又几次被摁回去
只敢平视、斜视、远望
望对面悬崖，几疑上过琉璃釉
白太阳还在一遍一遍反复涂抹
微微发蓝、发青
有鸟飞过。其中一只已经两鬓斑白
脸上挂着与我相似的表情
它用叫声撞响石壁
就觉得是岩石在叫，一座天空在叫
白云轻盈如絮，一挂一挂
就觉得是从地里刚刚长出来的
树尖新叶如花，一团绒毛球球
就觉得聚集了一股蓬勃向上的气息
苍山如海！这个上午有多宽
我的心情就有多宽
The Glass Bridge
The cliff faces, knife-sharp, I stand midair
in the chasm between them.
Knees shaking, fear of heights, my rabbit heart
leaped out more than once and got pushed back.
Eyes dare only look straight, sideways, or far out,
undoubtedly the precipices were glazed,
but the bright sun continues to paint over it,
giving it a blue sheen, a green sheen.
Birds fly by. One is already gray at the temples,
and in awe just like I am.
Their cries bounce off the cliffs,
as if the rocks are calling, the sky is calling.
Afloat are white clouds, soft like cotton tufts
as if freshly born from the precipices.
Leafy florets grow on the tips of trees:
round and fluffy like rising aspirations.
The green mountains expand into a sea!
My spirit is sky high, matching this eternal morning.