拿着一个烫热的熨斗
他不停地熨着
要把皱褶熨平
皱褶何其多
一个个涌过来
一个个被熨平
却又一个个涌过来……
他不停地熨着
熨得汗流浃背
熨得筋疲力尽
皱褶仍然不停地
一个个涌过来……
皱褶，衣服的皱褶
皱褶，额头的皱褶
皱褶，人世的皱褶……
Ironing Hsu ChiCheng
With a flatiron in hand
He is ironing continuously
He wants to iron all the folds
So many folds
Appearing one after another
And being ironed one after another
Then they appear one another…
He keeps ironing
Streaming with sweat
Tired out
Yet the folds keep appearing
One after another…
Folds, the folds on the clothes
Folds, the folds on his forehead
Folds, the folds of life…@
