这里既然还可以打字呀，那我就随便中二� 句吧
？� 问我上面的饰品？不存在的啦，都是假的
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.

2
世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下� 们的足印在我的文字里。
O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

3
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。
它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

4
是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。
It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

5
� � 的沙� 热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who
shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

6
如果� � 失去了太阳而流泪，那么� 也将失去群星了。
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

7
跳舞着的流水呀，在� 途中的泥沙，要求� 的歌声，� 的流动呢。� 肯挟
瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

8
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

9
有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。
我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

10
忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.

11

有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微（风思）的，正在我的心上奏着
潺（氵爰）的乐声。
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.
12
“海水呀，� 说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，� 回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
“ What language is thine, O sea? “
“The language of eternal question.“
“What language is thy answer, O sky?“
“The language of eternal silence.“

13
静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对� 求爱的表示呀。
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
love to you.

14
创� 的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间
之雾。
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

15
不要� 为峭壁是高的，便让� 的爱情坐在峭壁上。
Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

16
我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过
去了。
I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
for a moment, nods to me and goes.

17
这些微（风思） ，是� �叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。
There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
whisper of joy in my mind.

18
� 看不见� 自己，� 所看见的只是� 的影子。
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

19
神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在� 的歌声中喧叫着呢。
让我只是静听着吧。
My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
Let me but listen.

20
我不能选择那最好的。
是那最好的选择我。
I cannot choose the best.
The best chooses me.
21

那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
their back.

22
我的存在，对我是一个永久的神奇，这就是生活。
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
23
“我们萧萧的� �叶都有声响回答那风和雨。� 是谁呢，那� �的沉默着？”
“我不过是一朵花。”
“We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?“
“I am a mere flower.“

24
休息与工作的关系，正如眼睑与眼睛的关系。
Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

25
人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

26
神希望我们酬答他，在于他送给我们的花朵，而不在于太阳和土地。
God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
the earth.

27
光明如一个裸体的孩子，快快活活地在绿叶当中游戏，它不知道人是会欺诈的。
The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves
happily knows not that man can lie.

28
啊，美呀，在爱中找� 自己吧，不要到� 镜子的谄谀去找寻。
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

29
我的心把她的波浪在世界的海岸上冲激着，以热泪在上边写着她的题记：
“我爱� 。”
My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon
it her signature in tears with the words, “I love thee.“

30
“月儿呀，� 在等候什么呢？”
“向我将让位给他的太阳致敬。”
“Moon, for what do you wait?“
“To salute the sun for whom I must make way.“
—————《飞鸟集》
感觉还挺文艺的