ChiCheng Hsu Writer at SCT ltd co.

     A Wild Grass’s Account in its own words    Hsu ChiCheng

 

Press means nothing to me

I will stand up again when press has gone

Even I am always being pressed, I will change

The direction or seek a crack to come out

Even pierce through them

 

Perhaps I will be pulled out or burnt

It is no use to me

Even I am pulled out or burnt

I will grow as before

This is what I am

 

There is no need to be surprised

Only there is a bit of earth

I can grow and live on

Even on the roof built with cement

So strong a character I have, that nothing can press me!

 

I am not a flower in both-house

But a strong wild grass

The wind, the rain, the snow, the frost and

The scorching sun often bring hardships to me

But I grow and live on, brimming with youthful vigor

World of Poets 2013/10/11

 

附中文原詩如後:

     野草的自述    許其正

 

壓抑有什麼用？

過後我還是會站起來的

即使一直壓抑，我仍會

轉個方向，尋隙長出來

甚至直接刺穿壓抑物蹦出來！

 

也或許會被拔除、被燒掉

這又什麼用？

被拔除了，被燒掉了

我照樣再長出來

我就是這麼個樣子

 

沒什好訝異的

只要有一點點土

我便能長出來，存活下去

即連水泥屋頂不也可看到我？

這樣的稟性，誰能壓抑得了？

 

不是溫室裡需人照顧的花朵

我是堅強成長的野草

風霜雨雪烈陽不時磨練我

使我無懼於受壓抑，被拔除、燒掉

長得欣欣向榮，自滿自足