Zhang Ergun


我无数次地看见过麻雀
有时在枝丫间
跳跃。有时掠过我的眼睛
但这一回
它躺在我的手心里
不挣扎,甚至不颤抖
小小的翅膀,淌着
血。它不懂
架网捕鸟的人
多喜欢它们
它怎么会懂
人间的杀戮,占有
和出卖 ,是喜欢的
另一种表现方式
就像他们
喜欢树木,砍光
喜欢花朵,掐掉
喜欢天空,就剪去翅膀
喜欢人民,就让他们
一辈子,光荣地奋斗

finch

Kejia Wang


countless times, I have encountered a finch
sometimes between the branches
hopping. sometimes flashing past my vision
but on this particular day
it lies still in my palms
not struggling, not even trembling
only tiny wings, a trickle of 
blood. it does not understand
how much the humans setting up the bird nets
adore them
how can it comprehend that
in the human world, bloodshed, possession
and betrayal, are a whole different way
to express one’s love 
it’s just like them:
love the trees, fell them all
love the blooms, rip the buds
love the sky, so cut the wings
love the people, so let them
spend their whole lives struggling like heroes