林徽因·《去春》英译

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红白的相间着一条小曲径，

在今天这苍白的下午，再一次登山

回头看，小山前一片松风

就吹成长长的距离，在自己身旁。

人去时，孔雀绿的园门，白丁香花，

相伴着动人的细致，在此时，

又一次湖水将解的季候，已全变了画。

时间里悬挂，迎面阳光不来，

就是来了也是斜抹一行沉寂记忆，树下。

Last Spring

Lin Huiyin

Nothing but last spring, a winding path

Extends through red-and-white fragrant flowers,

In the pale afternoon, I climb the mountain again,

Looking back, there blows a slant of pine wind

Across the slope, across a long distance by my side.

When people gone, peacock-green garden gate,

White lilacs compose charming details, and now,

Another season of melting lake, all comes into paintings.

Suspended in time, no sunshine comes ahead,

But a line of lonely memory slants under a tree.