The wind continues to blow, for decades——translated by the big blue

Compared to the wind

The fate is more changeable

We died many years ago

Grass grew wildly on our graves

From dawn until dark

The grass bent over in different directions

In golden times

People gathered together

All the things thrived

I tried to pull myself out from the community in my whole life

It took me a longer time to fit in again

The wind stopped

Many things stopped

The news, the gossips, the accidents……

A man stopped at the crossroad

The sun went down

Death is coming

We were born to be used to the inanity, the wilderness and the silence

Beyond the time

Some people figured out something

Then they couldn't t help crying

The wind in their body slowly retreated

So, they were made of brown stones

                 风吹了几十年，还在吹——余秀华

当然，比风更容易拐弯的是命运
这个时刻已经芳草萋萋
他人和我的坟头都呈现葱郁之色

早晨的青草，黄昏来临会变一个匍匐的方向
人如果聚集起来也会欣欣向荣
我们用了一辈子从人群里分离出来
却将会用更多的时间
融入进去

风也会落在地面上，落在低矮处

许多事物也跟着停下来：纸片，流言，突发事件
一个人在十字路的中间，停下
包括夕光映照的
有了死亡之色的面孔

我们从出生就习惯了虚无，
包括渐渐荒芜的斜坡
虫儿无声

明白了一些事情，有人忍不住放声哭出来
此刻，身体里的风慢慢退出
露出成片褐色的石头