路灯-英文版2015春季刊

　　back then we sailed a big boat on the river　　at dawn　　back then our collars were frayed but clean　　back then we didn't tire　　that was when we were young　　we were single　　we didn't ask for wages　　we drank river water　　and faced the sun　　blue corridors opened and closed　　red-painted wheel turned behind us　　the deck was unbearably crowded　　strangers slept atop one another　　back then we had no home　　just a window　　we had no experience　　we were the farthest from understanding　　the sharp prow with its ancient rust folded through foam　　wind stung our cheeks　　burned our eyelids as we slept on the canopy　　motionless, we watched　　meanders turn black beneath day's shade　　an overpowering scent of mint flashed by　　flaying us open　　snowdrifts on the main road quickly go grey　　we throw back our heads to drink,　　swallow the sheen of great river