Lu Xing (Travelling) by Huang Can ran

把笔记本插在背囊最方便取出的边袋， 盛夏的旅行者心怀远方，心猿意马： 他想把他看到的看成他想看到的， 阳光在脊骨缝里闪耀，像一根刺。 在月光下，在江边，晚风夹着柳叶， 把初夏抚弄得如同初春，吐出芬芳的处女； 交通警察用敬礼的右手扶正墨镜 －－对他来说，黑夜可能也是白天。 而城市站在高处，眺望乡村的槐树， 旅行者通过它的眼睛看到自已的根； 他打开三星级宾馆的铝窗，俯视街景 －－对他来说，散心可能也是伤心。

putting the notebook in the backpack's side pocket that's easiest to reach, The traveller of summer longs for the far away place, with a wandering heart; He wants to turn what he sees into what he wants to see, Sunlight shone in the fringe of the spine, like a thorn. Under the moonlight, by the river, the night wind grips the willow leaf, teases the mid-summer so much that it's like the early spring, releases fragrant virgins The traffic cop uses his right for saluting to right his sunglass ------To him, the dark night may as well be the day. And the city stands high, surveyed the pagoda tress in the village, The traveller sees his root through its eye; He opens the aluminum window of the three-star hotel, looking down at the street ------To him, relaxing may as well be hurting