好一篇好文，好一篇绝文，堆个坟墓，埋葬过去，埋葬不快。这世界本来就不可能完全公平，抹去心中的不平估计也只有埋葬这一切。凭什么，有些人得之如此不公，还如此引以为豪，难道耻字都不曾出现在过他的字典？

墓郭沫若　　
昨朝我一人在松林里徘徊，在一株老松树下戏筑了一座砂丘。

Yesterday morning, while wandering about alone in a pine forest, I amused myself by piling up a small sand hill under an old pine tree.

我说，这便是我自己的坟墓了。

“Let this be my own grave.” Said I.

我便拣了一块白石来写上了我自己的名字，把来做了墓碑。

Picking up a piece of white stone, I scribbled my names on it and said, “Let this be my own gravestone.”

我在墓的两旁还移种了两株稚松把它伴守。

On either side of the grave, I transplanted a pine sampling to keep it company.

我今朝回想起来，又一人走来凭吊。

This morning, recollecting the grave, I went to pay a visit to it.

但我已经走遍了这莽莽的松原，我的坟墓究竟往那儿去了呢？

But the grave was nowhere to be found though I searched every nook and corner of the dense forest. Where was it gone?

啊，死了的我昨日的尸骸哟，哭墓的是你自己的灵魂，我的坟墓究竟往那儿去了呢？

O ye remains of my yesterday’s dead self, it was your own soul that had come to mourn at the grave! Where was my grave gone to?