生于中国重庆，上小学时随父母移居上海。毕业于复旦大学，并分别在美国两所大学获得学位。诗天空诗人协会会员。发表诗歌数十篇。现居南加州。

Yuan Liang was born in Chongqing, China. He moved to Shanghai with his parents while he attended elementary school. He graduated from Fudan University and holds graduate degrees from two American universities. He is a member of PoetrySky Poets Association and his poems appeared in a number of major poetry journals and anthologies in China and the US. He lives in Southern California.

麦垛

Wheat Stack

我们把麦垛堆得高高

每一根麦秸藏着一个故事

麦子的香味混合着汗水的咸味

麦芒扎进了我们的记忆



白天的太阳，夜晚的月亮

麦垛不断地变换着颜色

像岛屿浮在蔚蓝的海上

我的麦垛在梦里，载着童年的希望



村庄，我回来了，乘一叶梦的扁舟

我在五月的田畴看蚕豆花开  

让麦垛的金字塔把我埋葬



时光消融成沙粒，我前世的画轴打开

细密的嗡营，在麦秸消瘦的发丝上舞蹈

一场大风吹来的今世落满尘埃

			

We heap wheat stack to highness

Each wheat straw hides a story

The fragrance of wheat mixes the salty sweat

Awn of wheat gets into our memory 



The sun of the day, the moon of the night

The wheat stack constantly changes the color                

like a island floats on blue sea          

My wheat stack is bearing the hope of childhood in a dream



Oh my village, I am back, riding a canoe of dream   

I watch the blossom of broad bean in the filed    

The pyramid of wheat stack is inclined to bury me  



Time melts into sand; the painting of my preexistence opens up  

The dense sound dances on the thin hair of straw    

This life brought by a gust is covered with dust

			

写生

Sketch

黄昏绽开得像一丛夹竹桃

远方飘来的记忆里

有一首歌在林间跌宕

我闻到露台上茉莉花的浓香



那时，阳光的小鸟

在你怀中扑着热辣辣的翅膀

从亚热带吹来的风

呼啸着一声声鸽哨



吊兰蓬松地垂下绿色长发

窗外，亚麻布的白裙子

挂在一根红绳子上



冷杉的墨绿像一件睡衣

轻轻地拥着你沉睡的玉体

你的梦中飘飞着碎花的呓语

			

The eve blossoms like a clump of oleander 

In the memory that floats in from far  

a song is wandering in the woods

I smell the aroma of jasmine on terrace



At the time, the bird of sunlight

flapping its burning hot wings

The wind from the tropic

whistling like a pigeon



The spider plant softly hangs long green hair   

Outside the window, a linen white skirt

hanging on a red rope



The dark green of fir is like a nightgown 

gently embraces your sleeping body 

The murmur of smashed flower flies in your dream

			

夜景

Nocturne

从两棵桉树间滑落的夕阳

像蛋黄掉进一只深色的瓷碗

夜被一个梦打开窗，依稀看见

黑眼仁隐隐晃动的月亮



月光下忽现的七仙女     

舞着长袖来到岸边的木楼

袖口拂过的河水，柔曼的词语

轻轻托起被尖石破损的小舟

 

河流像一条卷曲而行的白蛇

悄悄遁入狗尾草丛的深处

岸边拂动的柳影里，有一支歌在踌躇



在黎明的凝睇中，歌声的马蹄  　　

仙女从马背拖拽的白色裙裾

都簇拥着河水的波光，渐渐消失

			

The setting sun sliding between two eucalypts

like a yolk falling into a fuscous porcelain bowl

A window is opened on the night by dream, dimly revealing

the blinking eye pupil of the moon



Seven fairies suddenly appear in moonlight 

swinging the long sleeves to approach a wooden hut

The river water touched by sleeves, those silky words

gently hold the bateau broken by sharp stone



The river is like a white snake that crimps

and silently vanishes into deep brushwood grass  

In the shadow of wavy willow on bank, a song hesitates



In the gaze of dawn, the horse hoof of a song

the white skirts of fairies drawn down from horse back 

all cluster around the light of river wave and gradually disappear