草原上的童話
文/翼華
一只狼和一個女人的故事
正釀成溫柔的童話
女人已淚浸紅塵
靜守木屋的狼
仍在等待歸人，踏碎寒風
草原的血腥，終被淚水濕濡
綻開草原的格?；?/p>
我在經(jīng)幡下悵望草原
若只有羊、蝴蝶與繁花
風，也會收斂凜冽的鞭子
生命掙脫了水與食的枷鎖
螻蟻亦能踏云成霞
鷹在天空盤桓
荒草經(jīng)野火焚過
又在春天萌生新芽
草原上，狼總要逐羊
羊要啃草，而每一棵草
都是天地養(yǎng)著的生靈
2026年2月5日
A Fairy Tale on the Grassland
By Yi Hua
A story of a wolf and a woman
is brewing into a tender fairy tale.
The woman, her heart drowned in worldly tears,
the wolf, guarding the wooden hut alone,
still waits for her return, treading through the cold wind.
The grassland’s cruelty and bloodshed
are finally softened by tears,
blooming into Gesang flowers across the plain.
Beneath the prayer flags, I gaze at the grassland, lost in thought.
If there were only sheep, butterflies, and blossoms,
the wind would sheathe its whip of frost.
When life breaks free from the chains of water and food,
even an ant can tread on clouds and turn into rosy haze.
An eagle hovers in the sky.
The wild grass, burned by wildfire,
sprouts new shoots again in spring.
On the grassland, the wolf must chase the sheep,
the sheep must graze the grass—
yet every blade of grass
is a living thing, nourished by heaven and earth.
