Coming into Beijing, 1997
for Moling
Dont tell anyone thisBut I feel as if Im coming homeGrass browning, coal smoke driftingIn this even November sunlight
Concrete block buildings in all colorsDark figures in narrow hutongsWith less than a little money to spendThey have been here for generations, sweeping
Everywhere the carefully planted treesTendered rows of elms, willows and locustsAbove them the flitting magpies and higherAlways the crows that have witnessed all
And all have come to this, like meStones and people from every provinceStill able to be astonishedStill doing wrong or right in different directions
Did I arrive with the right currency?And enough cigarettes for everyone?Unlike the Hong Kong Ive just leftMy Chinese is better understood here
The familiar, differing warm expressionsTheir all-day tea jars warming in the sunIn the shadow of another Mao talismanOr any other remediable mistake
I enter the city writing this poemThat has become important to rememberHolding back tears the entire rideA 30-km trip I used to bicycle every weekend
At every intersection hundreds of bicyclistsNegotiate past truckloads of cabbageTestament to another government surplusDistributed free to every work unit
The same traffic signs are still cautiousSaying the exact same thing to cyclistsAnd the working horses that have refusedTo pay attention for centuries in their toil
Next morning I will watch early dancersFace the rising sun at the pavilionAs if theyve just jumped out of prisonOnto the back of a dragon vexing everywhere
Early next morning I will also pick upA fallen gingko leaf, wipe off the dew with my fingersAnd press it deep into my passportSo dear, where it will stay, where I am not
来到北京，1997
致莫玲
不要告诉任何人但我觉得像回家了草坪干黄，煤烟飘逸在十一月平和的阳光里
五颜六色的水泥建筑胡同里人影出入他们手里钱财不多世世代代在这里居住
四处整齐的树木垂抚一行行温柔的榆树、柳树、槐树树上喜鹊歌声处处乌鸦在高处俯瞰万物
一切聚集在这里，包括我从各省来的石头和人物还是让人感到惊讶还在朝着不同方向做事，无论对错
我来的时候带的钱币对吗？够给大家买烟抽吗？跟我刚离开的香港不同在这里我的中文更能被听懂
熟悉的和不一样的温暖话语他们的茶叶罐整日被晒在阳光下汽车里挂着毛泽东的头像或者其他的喜庆物件作幸运符
我来到这座城市写下这诗重要的是要记住忍住眼泪踏上旅程曾经每个周末30公里的自行车骑行
每个路口成百上千的骑车人在装满白菜的卡车中穿行给每个工作单位免费发送国家富裕的又一个证明
红绿灯还是那么小心翼翼对骑车人表达着同样的意义然后马车还是几十年如一日对红绿灯这东西不睬不理
第二天我要看晨练的人们围着凉亭面朝升起的太阳就像他们刚刚跳出监狱跃上龙背，满腹惆怅
第二天早上我还要拾起一片飘落的银杏叶，用手指擦去露水紧紧地按在我的护照上那样的珍贵，就那样粘在那里，而我却不能
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