这是一沟绝望的死水，清风吹不起半点漪沦。不如多扔些破铜烂铁，爽性泼你的剩饭残羹。也许铜的要绿成翡翠，铁罐上锈出几瓣桃花；再让油腻织一层罗绮，霉菌给它蒸出些云霞。让死水酵成一沟绿酒，漂满了珍珠似的白沫；小珠们笑声变成大珠，又被偷酒的花蚊咬破。那么一沟绝望的死水，也就夸得上几分鲜明。如果青蛙耐不住寂寞，又算死水叫出了歌声。这是一沟绝望的死水，这里断不是美丽的所在，不如让给丑恶来开垦，看它造出个什么世界。DEAD WATERWenYiduoA bleak pool of dead waterWhere no breeze can raise a ripple-One may as well throw in metal scriapsAnd leftover foodPerhaps the metal will turn into emeraldsThe rusty cans into peach blossomsThe grease will weave a silken gauzeAnd the mold will rise and become twilight cloudsLet the dead water ferment into a green wineIn which white foam floats like pearlsTiny pearls giggle and turn into big pearlsThen get broken by pilfering mosquitoesPerhaps a bleak pool of dead waterIs fair after allIf the frogs get lonelyThe can bring music to the placeA bleak pool of dead waterWhere beauty cannot reside-One may as well let the Devil cultivate itAnd see what kind of world he will create