七日，或寓言

作者：涂国文

第一日，我们似乎感受到阳光照在身上

于是睁开惺忪的眼晴

第二日，我们瞅着四围依然故我

继续沉入梦乡

第三日，我们被自己和世界痛醒

想起身熬一味中药

第四日，我们放弃自救与救世的努力

第五日，我们继续蒙头装睡

第六日，我们真正而彻底地睡了过去

第七日，我们开始腐烂、发臭

从我们的骨殖上，长出一簇簇鲜花

（2020.1.2）

Seven Days, or a Fable

We seemed to feel the sunshine on our bodies,

so we opened our eyes drowsily, the first day;

the next day, we eyed around, still we were the same

to continue to fall asleep;

we were awakened by ourselves and the world, the third day,

and to think of getting up to boil a traditional Chinese medicine;

we gave up saving ourselves and the world, the fourth day;

the fifth day, we continued pretending to sleep completely;

on the sixth day, we fell asleep thoroughly;

we began to rot and stink were the seventh day,

and clusters of flowers grew from our bones.

January 2, 2020