第1546期：2+5 = ？
小诗二首（英文翻译仅供参考，just for fun.）
（一）
旋转门
大楼入口的旋转门
很老很旧很慢很懒很重
轻推推不动
稍一用力
就转得像飞轮
In the lobby there is a revolving door
Very old, broken, lazy, heavy, and squeaky
A slight push won’t move it
Shove harder
and it will spin like crazy
经常有人从门外被扔进门里
或从大堂被扔到楼外
吞吐一个人
门要自转三十圈
根本停不下来
那门
太老太旧太慢太懒太重
People often get thrown in
or out through the door
To process every person
The door will revolve 30 times
It can’t and won’t stop
The door is
Too old, lazy, heavy, squeaky, and broken.
进出的人都无语
旋转门很得意
每天转个不停
从东转到西
从西转到东
以为自己是地球
No one can do anything about it
The door keeps revolving
East to west
and reverses
* * *
（二）
2+5=？
一眨眼的工夫
院子里就架起了摄像头
一转身的工夫
楼门口就拉起了警戒带
一根烟的工夫
楼下就放了一个人
自带干粮铺盖卷
农夫山泉充电宝
这次真的派了个农夫
来看着我们
One blink later
A CCTV is mounted in the courtyard
Before one turns around
A cordon tape has encircled our building
Before you finish a cigarette
A man is positioned downstairs
He has brought food and blanket
Bottles of water and a cellphone charger
This time they have sent a farmer
To monitor us
夜里他就睡在一楼过道里
第二天中午还直挺挺躺在地上
我几次想报警
怕他昨晚睡死了过去
他的被子有点薄
这个我不在意
主要是有点脏
把楼道睡得很像停尸房
He sleeps in the doorway at night
Until lunchtime the next day
I almost call the police
for fear he had slept to death
His blanket is thin
That I don’t give a shit
But it’s very dirty
He has turned our doorway into a mortuary
午饭过后
他终于醒了
但并不起身
躺在地上的铺盖卷里
玩手机
After lunch
He wakes from his long dream
But refuses to get up
Hiding under the warm blanket
playing cellphone
我问他哪里人
他说五湖四海皆兄弟
我又问他怎么吃饭怎么排泄
他说有志者事竟成
我再问他看我们一天他们给你多少钱
他说让世界充满爱
我继续问他如果我们有人冲出去了怎么办
他说抖音越来越不好看
我最后问他2加5等于几
他斜了我一眼 说
哥 我也知道这是扯鸡巴蛋
但我真没接到龟孙们的通知
我说 哦
你荷兰的 –
他的方言回答了我问他的第一个问题
I ask him where he is from
He says all men are brothers
I ask him how he deals with daily food, shit, and piss
He says nothing can stop a determined soul
I ask him how much they pay him to watch us
He says all we need is love
I ask him what if someone breaks out of the confinement
He says he doesn’t like the domestic version of Tiktok
At last I ask him
How much is 2 plus 5?
He looks askance at me and says
Hey bro, I know it’s fucking bull shit
But I haven’t got any notice from
The sons of bitches
So, I exclaim,
You are from Amsterdam –
