也许也许我需要一座小小的庭院,靠山临海。山,是犁耙山,有风车,吱呀呀地转;海,是长桥海,有明月,荡漾于碧波间。一个人,一壶茶,守着剩下的岁月听风看雨。篱笆墙上的青青枝条,也许是蔷薇,也许是曼陀罗。是什么,又有什么关系呢?如果你来,在某个季节的某一天,午后或清晨。为我吟诵叶芝或聂鲁达,还有什么能抵 Perhaps maybe I need a small courtyard, backing the sea. Mountain, is a rake mountain, a windmill, squeaky way to turn; the sea is the Long Bridge Sea, a moon, waves in the blue between the waves. A person, a pot of tea, guarding the rest of the year listening to the wind to see the rain. The green branches on the fence, perhaps the rose, maybe the mandala. What is it, what is the relationship? If you come, on a certain day of the season, in the afternoon or early morning. Picking up Yeats or Neruda for me, what else can I get?