When you walk deep into the fields
you’ll notice the gaze of poultry
Dogs, large and small, emerge from doorways
followed by the elderly, and then those growing old

No one gets any closer
Creatures seem to have been instructed since birth: be silent
And this river doesn’t belong to anyone either
The unnamed ancient bridges, the unnamed rivers
the entire village named after the big local lake,
might not be much different

The earth grayish-white ––
when we’re about to return along the same path
an old woman approaches, heading home
looking us over as she walks
She smiles while asking where we came from
talking about the rare visitors here
And then points into the distance,
saying whose land this is, whose graves these are
 

走到田野深处时
你会注意到家禽的张望
门洞里走出大小的犬，然后是老人，然后是将老的人

没有人走的更近了
生灵仿佛从诞生起就被训诫：要安静
这条河也并不属于谁家
无名的古桥，无名的河流。
这以当地大湖命名的整个村落
或许没有太多区别

大地灰白——
将要沿途而返时，走来一个还家的老人
边走边端详
她笑着问我们的来处
说起此地稀少的过客
然后又指向远处，
这是谁家的地 这是谁家的坟