《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.