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壹

东家有一个孩子出生家里整天屎尿屁流涎的脖围衣服上的奶迹哭声笑声疯癫声声累崩溃快乐

          In the house to the east, a child is born.
          All day long: the wet, the soiled, the smelly,
          a bib wet with drool,
          milk stains on every shirt,
          crying, laughing, a house gone giddy with noise —
          tired. undone. happy.
        

贰

西家有一个人在老家里整天屎尿屁流涎的脖围衣服上的污迹喊声叫声寂静无声累崩溃必须快乐

          In the house to the west, someone is growing old.
          All day long: the wet, the soiled, the smelly,
          a bib wet with drool,
          stains on every shirt,
          calling, shouting, then a silence with no sound —
          tired. undone.
          And happy, because one must be.
        

叁

女娲娘娘在娲皇宫端坐芸芸众生是她手中的一个个泥人一捧黄土一口气捏出东家的哭也捏出西家的静从脖围到脖围不过是她指尖的一个来回

          Nüwa sits enthroned in her palace,
          and all the living are clay figures in her hands.
          A handful of yellow earth, a single breath:
          she shapes the crying in the east,
          and the stillness in the west.
          From one bib to the next
          is only one turn of her fingers.
        

唐代绢画《伏羲女娲图》：人首蛇身的二人上身相拥，下身蛇尾交缠 — 伏羲女娲　蛇尾交缠如双螺旋

肆

后来泥人也学会了捏从沙子里炼出硅捏出一个不会哭的它不流涎不留污迹不老不累不崩溃也不必快乐

          Then the clay learned to shape things too.
          Out of sand it refined silicon,
          and shaped something that cannot cry.
          It does not drool, it leaves no stains,
          it does not age, or tire, or come undone —
          and it never has to be happy.
        

我们是碳会老会累会崩溃所以快乐才算数

        We are carbon.
        We age, we tire, we come undone —
        and that is why our joy counts.
      

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