 诗五首（附英文版） 1.最后一片叶子 树上挂着最后一片叶子 时光停歇其上，万物寂静 经历春的温润、夏的热烈，以及秋的甜蜜 此刻，它默然而倔强地迎着高原的寒风 纵然身处逆境 它也在坚守最后的风光 从不让美好在泪水中错失 从不让生命在焦躁中结束 哪怕最后坠落大地 它也会回首凝望飘雪的天空 与雪花完成最后一次拥抱 与前世的劫 今生的缘 留下一行最美的诗句 2.和一只蟋蟀对话 多想告诉你 你的吟唱像极了赞美诗 黄昏已近，十月已远 再也无法与你对话 季节一再地告诉我 你还会再来拥抱春天 3.用眼看不见的，用心来看 整个下午，我一直在调整眼睛的焦距 在日月星辰、河流海洋之外 在飞鸟虫鱼、花草树木之上 我寻找 我无法触碰，用苍老而污浊的目光 触碰高天之上的圣洁之光 我无法索解，用理性与逻辑的法则 索解高天之上的隐秘之能 唯有心里被恩赐的信心 才能找到爱的至高泉源 才能听到天使的翅膀闪动时 那柔和而轻盈的风声 4.一只臭虫 弱小 低微 臭气是唯一的甲壳 可以护我一点点 周全 但我知道，这点臭气 挡不住残忍的皮靴 挡不住毫无怜悯的 践踏 其实，只要有一点点边角 随便一片土坷垃 就能心满意足地 安放自己尘土一样 卑微的躯体 隐匿 隐忍 一直臭虫的臭 已是最后的 挣扎 5.说出全部 其实，每个诗人都想说出全部 只是每一颗汉字都像一块巨石 拼劲全力，也只能搬动上帝允许你的那一部分 拼凑出不完整的自己 于是，这里少一块伤疤 那里多一片斑痕 这里少一笔黑色的云 那里多一划绿色的草 在残缺里寻求完美 在部分里寻求全体 这是艺术的法则 更是人生的现实 1.The Last Leaf Hanging on the tree is the last leaf Time stops on it, everything is silent Having experienced the warmth of spring, the heat of summer, and the sweetness of autumn At this moment, it silently and stubbornly faces the cold wind of the plateau Even in adversity It persists in holding onto the last bit of beauty Never letting the good slip away in tears Never letting life end in restlessness Even if it falls to the ground at last It will look back at the snow-filled sky And embrace the snowflakes for the last time The karma of the past life, the fate of this life Leaving behind the most beautiful line of poetry 2. Converse with a cricket I wish to tell you Your chirping is like a hymn Twilight is near, October is far I can no longer converse with you Seasons repeatedly tell me You will come again to embrace spring 3.Seeing with the heart what the eyes cannot see Throughout the afternoon, I’ve been adjusting the focus of my eyes Beyond the sun, moon, and stars, beyond the rivers and oceans Above the birds, insects, fish, flowers, plants, and trees I search I cannot touch, with my old and tainted gaze, The pure light from the heavens above I cannot unravel, with the laws of reason and logic, The hidden power from the heavens above Only with the faith bestowed upon my heart Can I find the supreme source of love Can I hear the gentle and light sound Of the fluttering of angel wings 4. A Stinky Bug Weak, humble The stench is the only armor That can protect me a little, complete me But I know, this little stench Can’t stop the cruel leather boots Can’t stop the merciless crushing In fact, as long as there’s a little corner Any piece of dirt Can satisfy me And lay down my lowly body like dust Conceal, endure The stench of a bug Is the final struggle 5. Say it all Actually, every poet wants to say it all But each Chinese character is like a huge stone Even with all your effort, you can only move the part that God allows Piecing together an incomplete self So, there’s a missing scar here And an extra blemish there Here is a missing dark cloud There is an extra stroke of green grass Seeking perfection in imperfection Seeking wholeness in parts This is the rule of art But also the reality of life |
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