中英双语诗歌《寒蝉》十二首
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一.寒蝉（微组）
1.
疏枝悬钟，敲醒霜晨
声波荡开——
整个秋天的寂静，碎成涟漪
2.
薄翼震颤风中，似未写完信笺
墨迹尚湿
任秋露，洇染成透明的惆怅
3.
刹那间，秋光封印了嘶鸣
西风施压
我成了，一枚凝固岁月的琥珀
4.
萧瑟长句中，逗号悬停
待雪后——
春花烂漫，重写一曲未央的诗篇
二.寒蝉
噤声里，夜河吞没最后一道微光
——血痕凝作霜
回望时，冬雪覆尽旧城残垣
三.寒蝉
霜刃，割断最后一缕嘶鸣
裹着乡音
游子，在行囊里装满碎月
四.寒蝉
鸡血烫喉。岂止群猴噤声——
屏息对望
见秋风，殿外撕扯满地金黄
五.寒蝉
殿中，嘶鸣化作审判锁链
退堂时
呐喊，熔铸成黎明的阶梯
六.寒蝉
秋声，在喉间凝成冰棱
翅膀嘶哑——
驮不动暮色。故乡炊烟沉入地底
七.寒蝉
树上，是谁倾尽力气，唱完离歌
大山敞开胸怀
接住，所有漂泊异乡的星星
八.寒蝉
萧瑟长句中，我成了悬停的逗号
待雪后——
春花烂漫，谱写一曲新篇章
九.寒蝉
古刹暮鼓沉入苔痕，青灯褪色
秋风数着落叶
鸣唱，将归根的热望一声声钉进土层
十.寒蝉
薄翼上霜色成茧，嘶鸣刺破长空
碎月如期
映亮了，回归故土的永恒之旅
十一.寒蝉
金蜕，在信笺上褪色
露珠悬，而未落
春雨，仍在孵化未醒的梦
十二.寒蝉
任北风，在易水边堆积
一盏浊酒
脚步烙进历史的荒原。燕歌未歇
【诗人简介】又名裘俊群、季（或裘）军群，浙江青田县裘山人，旅居巴西，中国诗歌学会会员，凤凰美洲总社社长。作品散见于《人民日报》《中国诗歌》《中国诗人生日大典》《中国当代诗歌大辞典》《东北亚新闻》《世界日报》等。获2017年度程丽娥写作联盟云帆群星大赛十大文学银星奖；获2022年第九届星际诗人奖（十佳华语诗人）。
Twelve Bilingual Poems in Chinese and English: "The Cicada" By Ji Junqun (Brazil)
I. The Cicada (Micro-group)
1. A bell hangs on a sparse branch, awakening the frosty morning
The sound waves spread—
The silence of the entire autumn is shattered into ripples
2. Thin wings tremble in the wind, as if an unfinished letter
The ink is still wet
Let the autumn dew stain it into a transparent melancholy
3. In an instant, the autumn light seals the cry
The west wind exerts pressure
I become, a frozen year The Amber of the Moon
4. In the desolate long sentence, a comma hangs suspended
Waiting for the snow—
Spring flowers bloom, rewriting an endless poem
II. The Cicada
In silence, the night river swallows the last glimmer of light
—Bloodstains congeal into frost
Looking back, winter snow covers the ruins of the old city
III. The Cicada
Frosty blades sever the last wisp of cry
Wrapped in the accent of home, the traveler fills his bag with fragments of moonlight
IV. The Cicada
Chicken blood scalds the throat. More than just the monkeys fall silent—
Breathless stares at each other
Seeing the autumn wind tearing the golden hues across the ground outside the hall
V. The Cicada
In the hall, the cry transforms into chains of judgment
At the end of the courtroom
The shouts are forged into the steps of dawn
VI. The Cicada
The sound of autumn congeals into icicles in the throat
The wings are hoarse—
Unable to bear the twilight. Smoke from the hometown chimneys sinks into the earth
VII. Cicada
On the tree, who poured out their strength to sing a farewell song?
The mountains open their arms,
to receive all the stars wandering in foreign lands.
VIII. Cicada
In the desolate long poem, I became a suspended comma,
waiting for the snow—
Spring flowers bloom, composing a new chapter.
IX. Cicada
The ancient temple's evening drum sinks into the moss, the green lamp fades.
The autumn wind counts the fallen leaves.
The song, nailing the longing for homecoming into the soil, one note at a time.
X. Cicada
Frost forms a cocoon on thin wings, its cry piercing the sky.
The shattered moon, as promised, illuminates the eternal journey back to homeland.
XI. Cicada
Golden molts fade on the letter paper.
Dewdrops hang, yet do not fall.
Spring rain is still incubating dreams yet to awaken.
XII. Cicada
Let the north wind pile up
A cup of turbid wine by the Yi River.
Footsteps are imprinted on the wasteland of history. The Song of Swallows Has Not Yet Ceased
[Poet's Profile] Also known as Qiu Junqun or Ji (or Qiu) Junqun, a native of Qiushan, Qingtian County, Zhejiang Province, currently residing in Brazil, he is a member of the China Poetry Society and the president of Phoenix America. His works have appeared in publications such as *People's Daily*, *Chinese Poetry*, *The Grand Dictionary of Chinese Poets' Birthdays*, *The Great Dictionary of Contemporary Chinese Poetry*, *Northeast Asia News*, and *World Journal*. He received the 2017 Cheng Li'e Writing Alliance Yunfan Qunxing Competition Top Ten Literary Silver Star Award; and the 2022 Ninth Interstellar Poet Award (Top Ten Chinese Poets).
