《别丢掉》
这一把过往的热情，
现在流水似的，
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在幽冷的山泉底，
在黑夜，在松林，
叹息似的渺茫，
你仍要保存着那真！
一样是明月，
一样是隔山灯火，
满天的星， 只有人不见，
梦似的挂起，
你向黑夜要回
那一句话——你仍得相信
山谷中留着
有那回音！
Don't cast away
This handful passion of a bygone day,
Which flows like running water soft and light
Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain,
At dead of night,
In pine-clad mountain,
As vague as sights, but you
Should e'er be true.
The moon is still so bright;
Beyond the hills the lamp sheds the same light,
The sky besprinkled with star upon star,
But I do not know where you are.
It seems
You hang above like dreams.
You ask the dark night to give back you word,
But its echo is heard
And bruied though unseen
Deep, deep in the ravine. —— 《朗读者》
寻寻觅觅，冷冷清清，凄凄惨惨戚戚。
乍暖还寒时候，最难将息。
三杯两盏淡酒，怎敌他、晚来风急?
雁过也，正伤心、却是旧时相识。
满地黄花堆积，憔悴损、而今有谁堪摘?
守着窗儿，独自怎生得黑?
梧桐更兼细雨，到黄昏、点点滴滴。
这次第，怎一个愁字了得!
I look for what I miss; I know not what it is. I feel so sad, so drear, So lonely, without cheer.
How hard is it To keep me fit In this lingering cold!
By cup on cup Of wine so dry Oh, how could I Endure at dusk the drift Of wind so swift?
It breaks my heart, alas, To see the wild geese pass, For they are my acquaintances of old.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers, Fadedand fallen in showers.
Who will pick them up now?
Sitting alone at the window, how Could I but quicken The pace of darkness that won't thicken?
On plane's broad leaves a fine rain drizzles As twilight grizzles.
Oh, what can I do with a grief Beyond belief! —— 《朗读者》
“床前明月光，疑是地上霜。 举头望明月，低头思故乡。”
A Tranquil Night
Before my bed a pool of light，
I wonder if it's frost aground.
Looking up，I find the moon bright，
Bowing，in homesickness I’m drowned. —— 《朗读者》
