一个浪,一个浪<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 无休止地扑过来 每一个浪都在它脚下 被打成碎沫、散开…… 它的脸上和身上 像刀砍过的一样 但它依然站在那里 含着微笑,看着海洋…… 一九五四年七月二十五日 The Rock Ai Qing
The waves hurl themselves And shatter into spume at its feet, And disperse… Its face and body are scored With cuts and wounds, But it stands intact, Smiling, gazing far out To sea… 25 July 1954 |
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