垃圾我归还了人的头发和皮肤。我赔偿了不可归还的磨损的血。祭典结束。我坐在闷热的工具间里,用一把铁锤,击断所有神圣的刀。它们若是完整地流落人间,人的指纹就会染上神的指纹,并因这种传染两败俱伤。工具间的温度不断升高。我必须赶在雷雨之前,把连日堆积的刀全部销毁。我坐在油腻的小板凳上,伸手从刀山的边缘,随意提出一把,横架到红木砧上,然后举起铁锤,猛力往下砸,短刀砸一次,长刀砸两次。然后,一抖锤头,拨开断刀,再换下一把。这不是什么辛苦的工作。我可以边干边唱。我可以不时抹抹汗,喝口酒。 Garbage I returned human hair and skin. I am compensating for the irreparable wear of blood. The festival is over. I sat in the stuffy room with a hammer, breaking all the holy knives. If they flow completely through the earth, human fingerprints will be stained with God’s fingerprints, and they will lose both. The temperature between tools is constantly rising. I have to rush before the thunderstorm to destroy all the knives that have been storming for days. I sat on the greasy little bench and reached out to the edge of Dao Shan. I put it at my fingertips. Then I put it on the mahogany anvil, then lifted the hammer, smashed it down vigorously, smashed it with a knife and hit it twice with a long knife. Then, shake the hammer, poke the knife, then change the next one. This is not a hard job. I can sing while I’m doing it. I can wipe sweat from time to time, drink wine.