循环/云弓(赵金基译）

程思良

循环/云弓
　　
　　一群蚊子在池塘边激动地传递着一个消息：在十几里外的一个地方有个小楼，小楼里有个胖子，胖子又白又嫩，他的血液鲜美无比。蚊子们嗡嗡叫着商议如何去享用这道美味。
　　蛤蟆悄悄地接近池塘，隐蔽在杂草从中，舔着舌头，美滋滋地数着蚊子的数目：“不少，一顿大餐。”
　　蛇伸出它的头，幽灵一样的目光，紧盯着蛤蟆：“只要你一开始吃蚊子我就进攻。”
　　鹰在长空滑翔，目光穿过草丛锁定忘乎所以的蛇。
　　一个小伙子躲在树荫下，举起猎枪，瞄准：“再低些，哈哈！再低些。”
　　不远处有辆警车，车里人正在用望远镜：“这小子还在非法捕猎，听我的命令，等他一开枪我们就行动，抓起来，罚款，狠狠地罚。”
　　一名记者带着隐蔽的摄像头，若无其事地在一旁散步：“等你一罚款我就曝光，只罚款不收枪，我看你逍遥到几时。”
　　十几里外的电视台里正在紧张地开会：“这次对警局的曝光就差一组镜头了，台长让我们慎重一点，这台节目我们做还是不做？弄得不好我们的饭碗可就没了。”“我们还是请示台长吧。”
　　台长坐在办公室，长得又白又胖，一手拍着自己的脸，一手挠着腿上的痒：“该死的蚊子，纱窗挡不住，灭蚊剂杀不死，什么？什么曝光？都帮我打蚊子。”
　　
　　
　　Cycle
　　
　　By Yungong
　　
　　News was spreading among a swarm of excited mosquitoes around the pond that in a small building, five or six kilometres away from here, sat a fat man who had pale complexion, tender flesh and delicious blood. The buzzing mosquitoes were holding a discussion on how to attend this banquet.
　　A toad was approaching the pond quietly, under cover of the weeds; the toad was licking as it counted the number of mosquitoes. “What a feast!”
　　A snake was thrusting its head, fixing its ghostly eyes on the toad. “It’s time for me to attack when you move.”
　　An eagle was hovering in the sky, its sharp gaze locking the delirious snake in the weeds.
　　A young man was hiding himself in the shade, raising his rifle with an aim at the eagle. “Swing low! Haw-haw, swing low!”
　　In the near distance parked a police cruiser, in which an officer was watching through a telescope. “Illegal hunting! Act on my order! Let’s move as soon as he fires. Arrest him and impose a fine! A significant fine!”
　　A leisurely reporter with a secret camera was walking nearby. “In case you make out a ticket, I’ll expose the truth. To pursue a fine instead of the hunting rifle! How dare you!”
　　At the TV station five or six kilometres away from here, a heated conference was under way. “Exposing the police station to the public depends on one last set of scenes; our chief reminds us to think twice before releasing this program. To be or not to be? We are running a risk losing our work.” “Let our chief decide.”
　　Sitting in his office, the fat chief who had pale complexion was patting his face with one hand and scratching his leg with the other hand. “Damned mosquitoes! The netting window doesn’t work; neither does the mosquito spray. What? Exposing what? Come on! Fight mosquitoes first!”
　　

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