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…@