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白杨哭诉：
“什么时候重有美丽呢，
风不歌颂我了。”
乌鸦歇在石堡上，
天太低。
寂寞从枝梢滴下，
我走过睡着的美人，
她在等候薰风。
有人轻轻触我的臂肘，
轻轻牵我的衣袖，
是一双怯怯的小手；
仿佛小声说
“不能看看她吗？……”
于是我停脚回视：
大路上没有行人。
一枝瘦弱的白蔷薇
伸出矮篱
犹自颤抖……
Apparition on a Winter Afternoon: A Painting
Zheng Min
The painter has dozed off
And let the great road lie here colourless –
Perhaps lost in meditation,
Musing upon a pair of tender, naked feet
And a checkered parasol,
The road’s face has turned all white.
It tears the white willow complains,
“When will the beauty reappear?
The wind sings my praises no more.”
A crow reposes on a stone wall.
The sky hangs so low.
Loneliness drips from the branches.
I pass the lovely girl, drowsing,
Waiting for a fragrant breeze.
Someone lightly touches my elbow,
Gently tugs at my sleeve –
A pair of timid hands.
A tiny voice seems to say,
“Can’t you see me?”
Whereupon I stay my steps and turn back:
Not a soul on the road.
A branch of white rose, slender and fragile,
Reaches out through a low hedge,
Still trembling by itself.
（Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner 译）
