冬有冬的来意， 寒冷像花，—— 花有花香，冬有回忆一把。 一条枯枝影，青烟色的瘦细， 在午后的窗前拖过一笔画； 寒里日光淡了，渐斜…… 就是那样地 像待客人说话 我在静沉中默啜着茶。 <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Sitting Still Lin Huiyin The winter has its own intention, A flower has its own perfume, the winter its own memory. A shade of dead branch, as slender as a blue smoke, Pulls a stroke of painting at window in the afternoon; The sunlight weakens in the cold winter, ever slanting… Thus in the same way As talking to visitors, I am sipping tea silently, in stillness.
（海岸 译） Sitting in Silence Lin Hui-yin Winter has its reason for coming, cold is like a flower— a flower has its fragrance, winter its few memories. a branch withered into a shadow, thin as blue mist, brushes over the afternoon window with a single stroke; sunlight goes faint in the cold, and slowly goes sideways. It is just like waiting for the guest to speak, in deep silence, I sip my tea. （Julia C. Lin 译） |
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