作者：Julia
我是座下那个低眉顺眼的抚琴女子，你是座上高朋云聚中的一位宾客。
——写给李义山
通过一种乐器，
你晚春的悲喜挂满
我早秋的枝头。像树枝和鸟鸣
四月和草的疯长
微凉之夜，我的一声弹拨
惊醒了你游荡的耳膜
也惊醒了你沉睡的眼波；
四目相对，那一刻
我成为你眼中唯一的景色
从琴到瑟，不仅仅
是茗芽与茶盏的距离
我们呼吸着同样的夜色
却不能放弃对于距离的触摸；
你成就了独立的“无题”主义
我成为了珠玉的哽咽
此时，可以在夜里
喊醒很多事物：云、花朵、
鸟鸣；却不能喊出蝴蝶、杜鹃
我怕喊疼你，也怕喊疼
某年某月的某一天
停在一朵花开的时间
唯一能做的事
就是把两句诗含在嘴里：
“锦瑟无端五十弦，
一弦一柱思华年。”
The Zither
By Julia
I am a lady withlowbrows playing the zither, while you are an honored guest in the crowds——to Shangyin Li
a cause is to an effect
what your joy is to my happiness.
the same with a branch to a bird’s song
or the growth of grass to April‘s rain
On a slightly cold night
My strumming awakened your ears
Along with your focus
It was the first time and also the last time
In your heart,that I became your only thyme
Longer than the distance between a tea cup and tea leaves
Is the distancebetween us
In the same room sit hosts and servants
You are one of the formers
While I am one of the latters.
Now , I can awaken many things
Such as clouds ,flowers and birdsongs
Except butterflies or cuckoos
Lest hurting you and myself in some day before
In memory of the day we met
I can do nothing but meditate your poems ,
“For no reason ,the zither has fifty strings ,
Each reminding me of the gone spring”