Write before the Ramadan

BY AN RAN

September to keep the commandments of Allah heads towards the green crescent.

I want to fry a full Youxiang bread

To Hang up on the night sky,

Didn’t find the appropriate rhymes for the fire in my soul, though.

With the head on the depressing ineffability:

The broken Great Wall

The rusted barbed wire

And the Great Firewall of binary,

My words is the sad comet across them. 

写在莱曼丹之前

文/安然

持诫的九月正驶向绿色的新月。

想炸一枚金黄的油香，

挂上夜空，

可我的灵魂里找不到生火的韵脚。

头顶那片沉闷的莫名：

残破的长城、

生锈的铁丝网

和二进制的防火墙，

我的词语只是划过它们的悲伤的彗星