24 hours. Hour after hour,

24小時。連續24小時——

each day’s weight, each night’s.

這是晝和夜加在一起的分量。

At the bridge rail, someone breeds dark thoughts.

在橋邊，一個人滋生危險的念頭。

Day after day, so much wounded time!

一天一天，你傷害了多少時光！

At each crossroads, danger rubs shoulders with danger.

在每一個路口，危險和危險擦肩而過。

On the bridge, traffic’s turmoil.

橋上所見的紛亂，

Below, tremor and rumbling load.

橋下所承受的震動……

Life, a highway. Family

生活，在路上。家庭只是

a brief stop. Tires smoldering, sweating, scalding hot.

停靠站。輪胎冒煙，出汗，滾燙……

Sooner or later, an accident smashes the plan.

遲早的車禍粉碎了對前途的算計。

From this side or that

從這邊看，又從那邊看，

Madian Bridge has no interior, only an empty arch.

馬甸橋沒有內部，只是空穴。

The red skirt passing by, the trembling breasts;

過路的紅裙，上下顫動的乳房，

for pine and cypress, not enough air.

松柏的生長缺乏氧氣……

Tea trees embrace their formal spheres.

茶樹用渾圓理解形式主義。

24 hours. Hour after hour,

24小時。連續24小時——

cars, bicycles, horse carts, heavy trucks.

小轎車，自行車，馬車，重型卡車……

Again and again fear drives us from the house.

危險的預感逼迫人一次次出門。

Put off your dream, or wake in it.

推遲那個夢，或在夢中醒著！

How else to deal with this racket?

有什麼更好的辦法對付這噪音？

Still have to make a living.

還得把生活掙來，

Still have to lug upstairs the vegetables, the meat.

還得把肉和蔬菜拎上樓……