《冬》

冬·第一章

我爱在淡淡的太阳短命的日子，

临窗把喜爱的工作静静做完；

才到下午四点，便又冷又昏黄，

我将用一杯酒灌溉我的心田。

多么快，人生已到严酷的冬天。

In the pale and short-lived sunshine,

I quietly finish my work by the window;

Four o’clock in the afternoon, cold and dim,

I moisten my dry heart with a cup of wine.

So soon, my life is reaching its winter.

我爱在枯草的山坡，死寂的原野，

独自凭吊已埋葬的火热一年，

看着冰冻的小河还在冰下面流，

不知低语着什么，只是听不见。

呵，生命也跳动在严酷的冬天。

On a bare hillside or in a withered field,

I lonely mourn for my year past and buried here,

A freezing river flows from under the ice,

No speech is heard, even no sound.

Ah, life is dancing in severe winter!

我爱在冬晚围着温暖的炉火，

和两三昔日的好友会心闲谈，

听着北风吹得门窗沙沙地响，

而我们回忆着快乐无忧的往年。

人生的乐趣也在严酷的冬天。

Sitting by a fire at winter night,

With a couple of my friends chatting along,

I hear the rustling wind knocking at the door,

While we recall our carefree childhood.

Life is so enjoyable even in severe winter.

我爱在雪花飘飞的不眠之夜，

把已死去或尚存的亲人珍念，

当茫茫白雪铺下遗忘的世界，

我愿意感情的热流溢于心间，

来温暖人生的这严酷的冬天。

At a snowy sleepless winter night,

I cherish my dear ones alive or dead,

When snow covers all with white forgetfulness,

I would flood my warm blood from my heart

To warm up all life in the spell of winter.