2号搂的长势酷似玉米拔节作者：罗森
3号楼拽紧了2号楼
咔咔拔节的声音庄稼人懂
庄稼人懂的不仅仅是玉米生长的节律
可是时间转到今天，今天的早八点
该是21层板面验收的火候了
就象王米灌浆的季节
环保车忽然带着红牌停在地块门口
瞬间
值过通宵夜班的工长眼光艰涩了
并不仅仅是梁口的上截面差了2公分
监理爬到20层的脚步艰涩了
漏振的那片墙体艰涩了
钢筋工兄弟流的一把汗珠变成了慢动作
想把它保存在电脑里作资料
架子工手搭凉蓬，逆着太阳观察
酷似老农那段猴子瓣玉米的故事
软件里是
庄稼人的节律
农民工的节律
2号楼的节律
3号楼象一个尾巴一样
等着塔吊喂奶
环保车离开的声音恐怕是
绿牌在路上无限行走的声音
落不下地的汗珠浇灌不了玉米林
也不象学娃儿们累了玩的哈哈镜
且当劳动的颂歌晶莹剔透
清悦不已
透视着性压抑对激素的排斥
就象当今的饮食男女
对转基因的排斥
作于2020.8.21
Building 2's growth resembles the snapping of maize joints
By Rosen
Building 3 tightly holds Building 2
The sound of snapped joints is known to farmers
Farmers understand not only the rhythm of maize growth
But as for today, at eight in the morning
It's time for the inspection of the 21st floor construction board
Just like the season for Wang's grouting
Suddenly, an environmental vehicle parked at the entrance of the construction site with a red card
In an instant
The eyes of the construction foreman, who worked overnight, became solemn
It's not just that the upper cross-section of the beam is 2 cm off
The footsteps of the supervisor climbing to the 20th floor became laborious
The leaking vibration of the wall became uneasy
The sweat of the steelworkers turned into slow motion
They wanted to save it as data on the computer
The shelf worker raised a canopy to observe the sun in reverse
Just like the story of the old farmer picking maize with a monkey
In the software
The rhythm of the farmers
The rhythm of the construction workers
The rhythm of Building 2
Building 3 is waiting like a tail
Waiting for the crane to be fed
The sound of the environmental car leaving is probably
The sound of the green card wandering on the road without end
The sweat drops that fall cannot water the maize forest
It's not like the funny mirror that kids play with when they're tired
And when the hymn of labor is crystal clear
It is refreshing
Reflecting the rejection of sexual suppression towards hormones
Just like today's dietary habits
The rejection of genetically modified organisms.
Translation:
Building 2's growth resembles the snapping of maize joints.
by Rosen
Building 3 tightly holds Building 2,
The cracking sound known to farmers,
Farmers understand not just rhythms of maize growth,
But, today at 8 AM,
The 21st floor construction board awaits inspection,
Just like the season for Wang's grouting.
Suddenly, an environmental vehicle with a red card,
Stopped at the doorway of the construction site.
In an instant,
The overnight-working construction foreman's eyes grew solemn.
It wasn't just that the top cross-section of the beam was 2cm off.
The supervisor's steps became laborious climbing to the 20th floor,
The leaky vibration of the wall became uneasy,
And steelworkers' sweat drops turned into slow-motion.
They wanted to save these moments as data on their computers.
The shelf-worker raised a canopy to observe the sun in reverse,
Recalling the story of the old farmer picking maize with a monkey.
In the software,
Farmers' rhythms,
Construction workers' rhythms,
Building 2's rhythms,
Building 3 waiting like a tail,
Waiting for the crane to feed.
The sound of the leaving environmental car is probably,
The sound of the green card wandering on the endless road.
Drops of sweat that fall cannot water the maize forest,
And are not like the funny mirrors children play with when tired.
And when the hymn of labor is crystal-clear,
It is refreshing,
Reflecting the rejection of sexual suppression towards hormones,
Much like modern dietary habits
Reject GMOs.
