师爱如山

那一年 父亲把我

折成一叶帆

轻放在您温柔的港湾

我顺着您涓涓的目光

驶向那幽邃的蓝天

那时候 您是海 是山

我在您的浩淼里航船

在您的巍峨里登攀

那时候 您是日 是月

我在您的日光下成长

在您的月影里梦幻

却在某一天

潘多拉魔盒催开了樱粟花的鲜艳

那只犀利的鹰隼 兑变

一只喑哑的蝉 在沉睡的枝头上蛰伏

一只温水的蛙 在夏天的怀抱里冬眠

老师 是您

用心血铸成一柄利剑

用目光拧成一道闪电

把我灵魂里的黑暗 击穿

您用谆谆叮咛熔以苦乐年华

把我锻成一根疾矢

射向传说中的伊甸

等我抵达那座心仪的田园

回头望您的时候

您佝偻着的身影

是一张再也伸不直的弓箭!

THE GREAT LOVE OF THE TEACHER

That year, my father

Folded me into a piece of canvas

And put it in your warm bay gently

I flew along your smooth eyesight

Up to the profound azure

At that time, you are sea and mountains

I sailed in your broadness

And climbed in your grandeur

At that time, you were the sun and the moon

I grew in your sunshine

And dreamt in your moonlight

However, one day

The magic box of Pandora flowered the poppy

And the sharp eagle, degenerated into

A dumb cicada sleeping on the silent branch

A lazy frog fancying to hibernate in summer

It was you, my dear teacher

Who cast a keen sword with your blood

And wrung a strip of lightning with your heart

To drive my spiritual darkness away

You, using your expectance and youth

Forged me into a speedy arrow

And shot me to the Eden

When I reached the goal

I looked back at you

And saw your stooped body

Turning into a bow that can’t be straight again!