诗人都在过自己的节日，
我在堆满诗歌的办公桌上，
把烟头塞满烟缸，把烟丝排成行，
一行一行地数落自己。
数到第五行的时候，被迫打住，
刚更换的靠椅格外生硬。
窗台看出去的街上，堵得一塌糊涂，
我和城市同时胸闷、感到心慌，
我们都不愿意声张。
粽子、黄酒以及府南河上的热闹，
与我们没有关系。还是那个城市，
我在等待另一个城市的电话。尽量保持
节前的那种安静。端午节应该肃穆，
一个诗人的忌日，所有的人却快乐无比。
SOME DETAILS OF
THE DRAGON BOAT FESTIVAL
Each poet is celebrating his own holiday
Poems pile up on my desk
I try to stuff all cigarette ends into the ashtray
Arrange the cut tobacco into lines
I check each line，like checking myself
When I reach the fifth line，I get stuck
The new hard chair hurts my back
Outside the window，the street is jammed as hell
My city and I are experiencing shortness of breath
But we make no complaints
Zongzi，yellow wine，and the crowd over the Jinjiang River
Have nothing to do with us.The city is still that city
And I am still myself
Waiting for a call from another city
I try to keep the calmness that I had before the festival
The Dragon Boat Festival should be solemn
Because it is the anniversary of the death of a poet
But why，everybody is so happy？