《电子乡愁》 你我在不同的 橙色的屋里 望着同一场 闪烁的 青色的雨，敲击窗口 落向我 我的 云里的故乡 可是阳光落下 穿过红色的窗花 裁出陌生的影子 悄悄驱散了雨 清空了云 我的故乡 现在我仰起头 只看见按时的太阳 垂下白色的帷纱 在清朗的午后 我持续地失去故乡 2026.3.23 兽印 《云里的故乡》 下雨的时候天空的云总压得很低 低得能看清每一道灰色的纹理 那时院子的墙矮得只够晾晒几把干草 你翻过来我翻过去从来都不用回避 安静的老猫蹲在墙头眯着眼张望 调皮的灰鼠在破旧的桌面上跑得匆忙 每一扇小小的窗口都向着外面大敞 没有谁会盘问你究竟要看向哪个方向 那是连绵不绝的雨水洗刷的岁月 我们淋着同一场大雨不曾有分别 可是阳光落下 可是阳光落下 刺眼的光芒成了一道沉重的帷纱 我就再也看不见云里的故乡 只能在白昼里对着旷野装聋作哑 后来院落四周的墙一年比一年弄得高 高到老猫再也听不见外面的喧闹 有人想去找把梯子结果梯子被火烧掉 有人关紧了窗口把自己过成一座孤岛 你的那块天是清透纯粹的蓝 我的这块天是沉重灰暗的惨 其实我们都在深不见底的井里坐穿 仰望着不同形状的云朵聚了又散 可是阳光落下 可是阳光落下 刺眼的光芒成了一道沉重的帷纱 我就再也看不见云里的故乡 只能在白昼里对着旷野装聋作哑 他们提着灰浆开始反反复复地刷墙 一层白盖住一层旧掩盖所有的念想 退色的老猫缩在角落成了一件旧摆设 昨天的灰鼠再也回不到那张老桌面上 干净得发慌 安静得让人发慌 我背靠着白墙根底闭上眼等一场大雨 等高飞的云降落在我干涸的手掌 我只能持续地失去故乡 我只能持续地失去故乡 2026.3.19 ----- Hometown in the Clouds translation 1: When it rains, the clouds in the sky always press down low Low enough to see every gray texture show Back then the courtyard wall was only high enough to dry the hay You climbed over, I climbed over, never needing to shy away The quiet old cat sits on the wall, squinting its eyes to gaze The playful gray mouse runs across the worn desktop in a maze Every little window is thrown wide open to the outside light And no one ever asks you where you're pointing your sight Those were the years washed by the endless, pouring rain We stood out in the exact same storm, without a dividing pane But then the sun falls down But then the sun falls down The blinding glare becomes a heavy, suffocating veil And I can no longer see my hometown in the clouds Playing deaf and mute in the daylight, to no avail Later the walls around the yard were built higher year by year So high the old cat could no longer hear the outside noise so clear Someone went looking for a ladder, but the ladder was burned away Someone shut their window tight, turning into an island to stay That patch of sky of yours is a pure and crystal blue This patch of sky of mine is a heavy, dismal hue Truth is, we are both sitting at the bottom of our own deep wells Looking up as differently shaped clouds gather and dispels But then the sun falls down But then the sun falls down The blinding glare becomes a heavy, suffocating veil And I can no longer see my hometown in the clouds Playing deaf and mute in the daylight, to no avail They carry the plaster and brush the wall over and over again A white layer covers the old, hiding all the longings of men The faded old cat shrinks in the corner, an outdated ornament now Yesterday's gray mouse can never go back to that old desktop anyhow It is so clean it makes me frantic It is so quiet it makes me panic I lean against the root of the white wall, close my eyes, and wait for the rain Wait for the high-flying clouds to fall onto my dry palms again I can only continuously lose my hometown I can only continuously lose my hometown ----------- translation 2: When it rains, the Clouds always hang heavy and low Low enough to hold a whole hometown in their silver glow Back then, the Great Firewall was just a humble fence of clay You'd hop over, I'd hop over, freely sharing the day The old dial-up modem purred like a cat in the haze While the plastic mouse on the desktop ran out of the maze Every little Window on the screen was thrown open wide And no one tracked the far-off places where you chose to hide Those were the years washed by an endless, streaming rain We drank from the same reality, without a filtered pane But then the glaring sun falls down But then the glaring sun falls down The blinding state-mandated light becomes a heavy veil And I lose the connection to my Cloud-hosted hometown Playing deaf and mute in the daylight, to no avail Later, the Firewall around us was built higher year by year So high the offline modem could no longer reach out from here Someone looked for a VPN ladder, but the rungs were burned away Someone shut their browser Windows, becoming an island to stay Your algorithm's patch of sky is a pure and crystal blue My censored little patch of sky is a heavy, dismal hue Truth is, we are trapped at the bottom of our own echo-chamber wells Looking up as different sets of facts gather and dispels But then the glaring sun falls down But then the glaring sun falls down The blinding state-mandated light becomes a heavy veil And I lose the connection to my Cloud-hosted hometown Playing deaf and mute in the daylight, to no avail They bring the blinding white paint and scrub the servers once more Whitewashing the history, erasing the traces from before The offline modem shrinks in the corner, a dusty, silent shell The mouse on the desktop has no old websites left to tell It is so wiped clean it makes me frantic It is so dead quiet it makes me panic I lean against the whitewashed error page and wait for the rain Wait for the high-flying Clouds to drop their data in my hands again I can only continuously lose my hometown I can only continuously lose my hometown
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