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雷家村纪事曾纪虎
我从现在看到以前，1994年的时候
我拖着一个翻盖的破樟木箱爬到山上
那时硕士李伏明是这里的一个传奇人物，现在还是
不过他老了（他自己就是这么声称的），体重增加
一群人从雷家村穿梭下来，井口边上的（是吗？）樟树
占据了村子的一大半天色
老天从雷家村一只灰母鸡残缺的翅膀上
察看知识与善意的未来，但是不久，我与另一同事
在夜色中穿过，在一阵犬吠外加兽类零星的鼻息中
他谈到他与一个有夫之妇的办公室恋情
我记住了当夜的、尖锐感的、属于未来的，月光
我用一种拉美诗歌的夸张将它写入诗句
我还是要回到这个在白天无比丑陋的村落
回到一排排死去的各类小餐馆
回到财源大酒店某人的离奇死亡
我们就是某一个在小排档喝低端白酒讨好某一批人的酒客
就着这夜色，让我们再一次讨好这些无所畏惧的人，他就是
你身边的某一人
【诸城土狗智商排名】那些第二天将死去的草丛，看到了两条铁轨的到来
农夫们趔趄步履，在雷家村的巷道上，碰到了散步晚归的人
我们几乎彻夜散步，几乎，每天，让大脑缺氧的散步何其珍贵
加深了南方与北方的概念，还有
椭圆形的铁盘里倾倒了阴沉的天空
但是，在山顶上，露天舞场的旁边，头顶上的圆月如群冰中的瑰宝
那是1994年的冬天，我年满22岁，体重51.5公斤
我要忘记已发生的事，为什么不呢？
我要相信可靠的知识，为什么不呢？
我要忘记我被围住了，我陷在绝望的排列中，为什么不呢？
我要让深爱的精神活动汇聚为可以打量的潜流，既然我可以
——为什么不呢？
所以，我能想到，雷家村边上有某根浮起的鱼骨
有某一桩将变成气体的苟且恋情
有某条白底黑斑的土狗，它边上一道蓝色
有某个不够好的恋人、丈夫、父亲；某个教书的人

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某对死去夫妇的不够好的年近五十的儿子
选自中国诗歌网·每日好诗
LEIJIA VILLAGE CHRONICLES
by Zeng Jihu
Now I see how it happened, in 1994,
I lugged a ragged wooden suitcase up the hill;
at that time, Li Fuming was, and still is, a legend there with a master’s degree;
but he is old now (he keeps saying that himself), gaining some weight;
a group of villagers strolled down from Leijia Village, the Eucalyptus next to the well (was it?)
shielded a large swath of the sky.
God tells the village’s future based on its wisdom and goodwill in the broken wing of a gray hen, but soon after,
a colleague, while we walked, tattled to me of an office romance with a married woman,
accompanied by the barking of dogs and the snorting of beasts.
I remember that night, the moonlight, sharp and futuristic,
which I turned into verse with a Latin American flair.
I needed to return to our village, grotesque under the sun.
More than once I revisited one of those dead restaurants, rows and rows of them,
and recalled a bizarre death at Fortune Hotel,
the death of one among us,
who drank cheap liquor in a shoddy place
to appease a certain group of people;
one of those nights, we pushed ourselves to flatter a ruthless group of people;
he was one among us.
The grass had only one more day to live before the arrival of the railroad tracks;
in the alleyways farmers stumbling home came across people taking a walk at night;
we walked all night, almost every day, how we felt exalted from those walks that cause brain hypoxia,