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◎黄梅雨 文/ 巴曼

黄梅雨，让人觉着淡而无味，在这个春天里
她又让我想起一片江畔，和江岸上的
点点渔火。天已经大亮了，就在那样一个早晨
艳阳下的女子，幸福地长满
许多刺。她带来的种种温暖，总让我经受不住
如此地折磨。今天
让我再一次地提到她的名字，一片芬芳中
就会让我想起，她那似圣经一般的酥手，湿滑得如丝绸一般的
表面，总是让我从内部，由此开始颤动

◎Yellow Plum Rainy Season by Baman tr. Lush Greenness

An intermittent drizzle tends to be wishy-washy. But late in this spring
She reminded me of the familiar riverside, and of the tiny spots of lights
Flickering on fishing boats. It was broad daylight on a rain-slicked morning
The fair maiden in the sun blissfully became overgrown with
Minute thorns. All sorts of her warmth made me endure not
Any torments like that. Today
Let me mention her name Plum Rain again. In a halo of fragrance
I call to mind her fingers soft and holy. Her silky slippery
Outwardness invariably moves me to start quivering internally.