白桦的诗《船》
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读白桦的诗－－《船》，虽是上世纪80年代的诗，但却是一首好诗。即然是航船，就要坦然面对挑战，就要追求自由的航行。无论结局如何，但要做过一艘前进着的航船。希望大家在追求自由的道路上，不断突破，不断超越！
船
白桦
我有过多次这样的奇遇，
从天堂到地狱只在瞬息之间；
每一朵可爱、温柔的浪花，
都成了突然崛起、随即倾倒的高山。
每一滴海水都变脸变色，
刚刚还是那样美丽、蔚蓝；
旋涡纠缠着旋涡，
我被抛向高空又投进深渊……
当时我甚至想到过轻生，
眼前一片苦海无边；
放弃了希望就象放弃了舵柄，
在暴力之下只能沉默和哀叹。
今天我才有资格嘲笑昨天的自己，
为昨天落叶似的惶恐感到羞惭；
虚度了多少年华，
船身多次被礁石撞穿……
千万次在大洋里撒网，
才捕获到一点点生活的经验，
才恍然大悟，
啊！道理原是如此浅显：
你要航行吗？
必然会有千妖百怪出来阻拦；
暴虐的欺凌是它们的游戏，
制造灭亡是它们唯一的才干。
命中注定我要常常和它们相逢，
因为我的名字叫做船；
面对强大于自身千万倍的对手，
能援救自己的只有清醒和勇敢。
恐惧只能使自己盲目，
盲目只能夸大魔鬼的狰狞嘴脸；
也许我的样子比它们更可怕，
当我以生命相拼，一往无前！
只要我还有一根完整的龙骨，
绝不驶进避风的港湾；
把生命放在征途上，
让勇敢来决定道路的宽窄、长短。
我完完全全的自由了，
船头成为埋葬它们的铁铲；
我在波浪中有节奏地跳跃，
就象荡着一个巨大的秋千。
即使它们终于把我撕碎，
变成一些残破的木片；
我不会沉沦，决不！
我还会在浪尖上飞旋。
后来者还会在残片上认出我，
未来的诗人会喟然长叹：
“这里有一个幸福的灵魂，
它曾经是一艘前进着的航船……”
船
白桦
我有过多次这样的奇遇，
从天堂到地狱只在瞬息之间；
每一朵可爱、温柔的浪花，
都成了突然崛起、随即倾倒的高山。
每一滴海水都变脸变色，
刚刚还是那样美丽、蔚蓝；
旋涡纠缠着旋涡，
我被抛向高空又投进深渊……
当时我甚至想到过轻生，
眼前一片苦海无边；
放弃了希望就象放弃了舵柄，
在暴力之下只能沉默和哀叹。
今天我才有资格嘲笑昨天的自己，
为昨天落叶似的惶恐感到羞惭；
虚度了多少年华，
船身多次被礁石撞穿……
千万次在大洋里撒网，
才捕获到一点点生活的经验，
才恍然大悟，
啊！道理原是如此浅显：
你要航行吗？
必然会有千妖百怪出来阻拦；
暴虐的欺凌是它们的游戏，
制造灭亡是它们唯一的才干。
命中注定我要常常和它们相逢，
因为我的名字叫做船；
面对强大于自身千万倍的对手，
能援救自己的只有清醒和勇敢。
恐惧只能使自己盲目，
盲目只能夸大魔鬼的狰狞嘴脸；
也许我的样子比它们更可怕，
当我以生命相拼，一往无前！
只要我还有一根完整的龙骨，
绝不驶进避风的港湾；
把生命放在征途上，
让勇敢来决定道路的宽窄、长短。
我完完全全的自由了，
船头成为埋葬它们的铁铲；
我在波浪中有节奏地跳跃，
就象荡着一个巨大的秋千。
即使它们终于把我撕碎，
变成一些残破的木片；
我不会沉沦，决不！
我还会在浪尖上飞旋。
后来者还会在残片上认出我，
未来的诗人会喟然长叹：
“这里有一个幸福的灵魂，
它曾经是一艘前进着的航船……”
The Ship
Bai Hua
I have time after time experienced such an adventure:
From heaven to hell needs only a twinkling of eyes;
Each lovable and tender spray,
Becomes in an instant a high peak on the collapsing.
Each drop of seawater turns hostile and changes hue;
In spite of its blueness and loveliness a moment ago.
Vortices are entangling upon vortices;
I am heaved heavenward and flung into an abyss ?
When the idea of commiting suicide hits me,
Before my eyes is a vast expanse of bitter sea;
To abandon hope is like abandoning the tiller,
And one has to save one’s breath and bewail under violence.
Only today I am entitled to mock the me myself of yore,
And I am ashamed of the falling-leaf-like terror of yesterday;
How many years are fooled away,
And the hull of the ship is broken by the reef time and again ?
Not until the net is cast for myriads of times in the ocean,
Do we capture a scantling of life experience,
And it dawns on us:
Oh! The reason behind is so simple and easy:
Do you intend to take a voyage?
Thousands of monsters are lying in wait to discourage;
Tyrannous bullying is their game,
And their sole ability is to bring destruction.
I am destined to come across them from time to time,
Because my name is ship;
Facing the antagonist who is thousands of times more powerful than myself,
Only sobriety and bravery can save me.
Trepidation only renders a person blind,
And blindness only magnifies the ferocious features of the demons;
Perhaps my appearance is more frightful than them,
When I go all out at the cost of my life, pressing forward!
So long as I have kept one intact keel,
I will never sail into a safe harbour;
I place my life on the journey,
And the width and length of the road will be determined by courage.
When I am completely free,
The prow becomes a shovel withwhich to bury them;
In the waves I am dancing rhythmically,
Like swaying a huge swing.
Even if they tear me up,
Into some broken pieces,
I will never sink into depravity, never!
I can also wheel on the spray.
The late comer can recognize me on the remains,
And the future poet will sigh a deep sigh:
“There is a happy soul here,
Which has ever been a ship on the sailing ?”
Bai Hua
I have time after time experienced such an adventure:
From heaven to hell needs only a twinkling of eyes;
Each lovable and tender spray,
Becomes in an instant a high peak on the collapsing.
Each drop of seawater turns hostile and changes hue;
In spite of its blueness and loveliness a moment ago.
Vortices are entangling upon vortices;
I am heaved heavenward and flung into an abyss ?
When the idea of commiting suicide hits me,
Before my eyes is a vast expanse of bitter sea;
To abandon hope is like abandoning the tiller,
And one has to save one’s breath and bewail under violence.
Only today I am entitled to mock the me myself of yore,
And I am ashamed of the falling-leaf-like terror of yesterday;
How many years are fooled away,
And the hull of the ship is broken by the reef time and again ?
Not until the net is cast for myriads of times in the ocean,
Do we capture a scantling of life experience,
And it dawns on us:
Oh! The reason behind is so simple and easy:
Do you intend to take a voyage?
Thousands of monsters are lying in wait to discourage;
Tyrannous bullying is their game,
And their sole ability is to bring destruction.
I am destined to come across them from time to time,
Because my name is ship;
Facing the antagonist who is thousands of times more powerful than myself,
Only sobriety and bravery can save me.
Trepidation only renders a person blind,
And blindness only magnifies the ferocious features of the demons;
Perhaps my appearance is more frightful than them,
When I go all out at the cost of my life, pressing forward!
So long as I have kept one intact keel,
I will never sail into a safe harbour;
I place my life on the journey,
And the width and length of the road will be determined by courage.
When I am completely free,
The prow becomes a shovel withwhich to bury them;
In the waves I am dancing rhythmically,
Like swaying a huge swing.
Even if they tear me up,
Into some broken pieces,
I will never sink into depravity, never!
I can also wheel on the spray.
The late comer can recognize me on the remains,
And the future poet will sigh a deep sigh:
“There is a happy soul here,
Which has ever been a ship on the sailing ?”
