房子

文/Ken 

山沟里的大大小小的方块

藏着许许多多的人

有一块属于我

我也属于它

它是我的全部

像一块广告

告诉世人：

我的生世

我的身价

一出生就知道

媳妇会来自另一个方块

一般大小...

一个兄弟

努力了多年

搬去了另一个村，

一个大的方块

之后离了

大方块也卖了

还生了个怪病

最终搬回来

住进原先的方块

在隔壁

重新种果子

只是变了个人

说还是快活最重要...

Houses

By Ken Fan 

There're many blocks in our valley, big and small. 

Therein live many people. 

One of them belongs to me, 

And I belong to It as well. 

That's all I have,

Like an advertisement, 

Telling the world:

Who I am, 

And what I'm worth. 

Since I was born, 

I would know my future wife would

Come from another block, 

A similar size... 

One buddy had worked so hard

For many years. 

Then moved into a bigger block

In another village. 

Afterwards a quick divorce

He sold his block

And caught some weird disease for no reason. 

He finally moved back 

Into his old block, next door. 

And began growing fruits again, 

Nonetheless he change into another person. 

Mumbling always that 

the most important thing is to be happy.