When I was young my teachers were the old. I
gave up fire for form till I was cold. I
suffered like a metal being cast. I
went to school to age to learn the past.
Now
when I am old my teachers are the young. What
can’t be molded must be cracked and sprung. I
strain at lessons fit to start a suture. I
got to school to youth to learn the future.
五十自述
我年轻时,我的老师们年长, 学规矩,消火气,直到心凉。 忍受煎熬,如金属接受铸造, 向长辈学习以往,我进学校。
如今我老了,老师们却年轻。 难以成型,一定会拆裂破损。 我努力用功,试图弥合裂缝,—— 向青年学习未来,我进学校。 |
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