《Dorothy》
——The fifth night(Orient Night)
“Dried tangerine, tuckahoe, ginger, Chinese roses…”
Whispered an old man with white beards
Running his withered hand over scraps of paper, mothy-tattered badly.
And “snake, scorpion, bufonid, Centipede…”
Muttered from his mouth with missing teeth.
“Witches’ blood”
Suddenly, the old man opened his almost blinded eyes,
And kicked over the bubbling yellow soup off the fire,
Before hot smoke arose from the grass.
Baring wounded chest,
an odd-looking man of Yue Kingdom
was carving crescent characters
with a dagger on a black paper
A woman of Shui minority
Humming a ditty,
was decorating a blue wedding dress
With colorful horsetail embroidery and dazzling silver beads,
The latter, were sewed in circle tightly, swaying on the dress,
Just like the pierced-type silver earrings, wobbling in the air.
In spread of pollia,
A few yellow-bellied tits were resting on a child’s tummy,
Talking and laughing,
Cheerfully and harmoniously.
A lissome eastern fairy was blowing the reed flute,
Hanging upside down a bay laurel,
And ignoring that Lianas growing in the cavern
Wrapped around my neck unceasingly.
When the fluting faints,
the fairy pointed at the lake,
Suddenly, glowworm gathered and
poured the charred charcoal into the warm urn
Filling it with water
Then they sent it to the fairy
Later, I came to know the charred nectar is Pu’er tea
Aromatic and strong.
And I, hearing the dulcet harp tones
Watching fairies dancing
I depicted this fantastic night, the Oriental night
In the most precious ink, the jade-color ink
the fairy rewarded for me
Meanwhile
Sun in the west rises
From the Sunset Bay
I just remained
Asleep
Oceanchild
“陈皮 茯苓 生姜 月季花…”胡子花白的老先生用他干枯的手指摩挲着早就被虫蛀得破烂到看不清字迹的草纸
他缺牙的口中还念念有词:“蛇虺 蝎子 蛤蟆 蜈蚣…”
“草鬼婆的血”老先生睁开全白的双眼 一脚踢翻火堆上冒泡的黄汤 草地上冒起白烟
长相怪异的越人袒露着伤痕累累的胸膛 以匕首为笔 在黑纸上切割着月牙状的文字
水族女人低声哼着俚语小调 用彩色马尾绣饰带和白得发亮的银珠装饰着蓝色的嫁衣 银珠以紧凑的形状排列成圈 与她横穿过耳垂上足寸宽的银栓一样 摇摇欲坠
杜若花丛中 几只黄腹山雀落在习得鸟语的小童腹部 谈笑风生
倒挂在月桂树上身体轻盈的东方精灵吹着芦笛 放任生长在山洞中的藤蔓在我脖子上一圈又一圈地缠绕
曲毕 精灵手指湖面 顷刻间 萤火虫聚集起来 随即把焦黑的炭块倒入温过的瓮中 汲来水 奉上前去
后来我才得知 那碳土烹成的琼浆玉露 芳名普洱 为茶
而我 听着箜篌弹奏的五声音律看着仙女的舞蹈 用精灵赠予我的 最珍贵的 美玉色的墨汁 撰写着东方幻境的夜
与此同时 西方的太阳从落日之湾升起 依旧也没把我叫醒