古寺消失的钟声结成蛛网，在裂缝的柱子里扩散成一圈圈年轮没有记忆，石头空蒙的山谷里传播回声的石头，没有记忆当小路绕开这里的时候龙和怪鸟也飞走了从房檐上带走喑哑的铃铛荒草一年一度生长，那么漠然不在乎它们屈从的主人是僧侣的布鞋，还是风石碑残缺，上面的文字已经磨损仿佛只有在一场大火之中才能辨认，也许会随着一道生者的目光乌龟在泥土中复活驮着沉重的秘密，爬出门槛An Ancient TempleThe long ago songs of a bellweaved this spider web; in the column's crevices,grown outward, one sees annual rings there for the counting.

No memories are here; stonesthat merely scattered the echoes in this mountain valley,have no memories.

That little path, even, by-passed it;its dragons and strange birds are gone.

They took with them the silent bells that hung from the eaves.

They took the unrecorded legends of the place, too.

The words on the walls are all worn clean and torn.

Maybe if it caught on fireone could read the words on the inside.

See the annual growths of the wild grasses,so indifferent.

They don't care if they submit to any master,to the shoes of the old monks,or to the winds, either.

Out front the sky is held up by a broken stone tablet.

Still, led by the gaze of some living person,the tortoise may revive andcome out carrying his heavy secret,crawl right out there on the temple's threshold.

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