旧诗翻新《乘坐加拿大航空客机去旧金山》

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让我们下一场暗棋吧

秦砖对汉瓦

杨柳对羌笛

明月对关山

星星对太阳

好久没有遇见如此广袤的战场了

三万英尺的高空

激战三百回合

我们把边境线往南方急速推去

当我们完成

颠倒乾坤的对弈

狂热的淘金者

正离开黄金古都旧金山

沿着西海岸线

不分昼夜

前往淘金新镇

道森市

他们中的大部分

成了修建太平洋铁路的劳工

沿着他们的脚印

修建的101国道

是梦境

楚汉分界线

飞行的终点

是旧金山的唐人街

一壶老茶

与两吨晨曦

我只抿了一小口

余下的

倾倒旧金山海湾

Taking an Air Canada Flight to San Francisco

By Hepingdao

Let us play a game of hidden chess:

Qin bricks against Han tiles,

Willows against Qiang flutes,

Bright moon against mountain passes,

Stars against the sun.

It has been so long since I encountered a battlefield so vast.

At an altitude of thirty thousand feet,

We wage a fierce battle of three hundred rounds,

Rapidly pushing the border toward the south.

As we conclude this chess match

That turns heaven and earth upside down,

Frenzied gold rushers

Are leaving the old golden capital, San Francisco,

Trudging all the way north Along the West Coast line,

Defying day and night,

Bound for the new gold-mining town:

Dawson City.

Most of them

Ended up as laborers building the Pacific Railway.

Tracing the footprints they left behind,

Route 101 was built—

A landscape of dreams,

The Chu-Han dividing line.

The destination of this flight

Is San Francisco’s Chinatown:

A pot of aged tea,

And two tons of dawn.

I took only a small sip.

The rest,

I poured into the San Francisco Bay.