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Hands (to Father)
I want to stay ahead of you, to embrace death.
I retaliate you - a rural artist,
an expert of clay sculpture.
When you sculpted me,
you crippled my body.
Even though you carved out you rib and placed it in my leg,
I can’t walk as normal.
Please clench your teeth, pull off all my hairs, and wear them on your head,
so my pain and hatred will wave on your head forever,
so you won’t enjoy the glory brought by white hairs in your eighties.
Then you use your root-like hands, earth up my grave,
then, please walk far far away and don’t hold a memorial for me,
don’t pull off fresh grass on my grave.
In my next life, I don’t want be your daughter,
even if my only other choice is
a watchdog.
《手(致父親)》
餘秀華
我要擋在你的前麵,迎接死亡
我要報複你——鄉村的藝術家,
玩泥巴的高手
捏我時
捏了個跛足的人兒
哪怕後來你剃下肋骨做我的腿
我也無法正常行走
請你咬緊牙關,拔光我的頭發,戴在你頭上
讓我的苦恨永久在你頭上飄
讓你直到七老八十也享受不到白頭發的榮耀
然後用你樹根一樣的手,培我的墳
然後,請你遠遠地走開不要祭奠我
不要拔我墳頭新長的草
來生,不會再做你的女兒
哪怕做一條
餘氏看家狗