致 爱 世 界

Qive Love to the World

 

盲龟值木，

我来到了世界。

母爱充满我，

父爱只想光宗耀祖。

 

十三岁前的日子，

满是阳光和欢乐。

世界的一切都美好，

因为我无所追求。

 

追求是欢乐的杀手，

求之不得便是痛苦。

但成功与失败，

判定需要时间。

 

感情与事业，

在争斗中前进；

选择的结果是失误，

人人都会走错路。

 

人只能努力，

天分与运气在天。

成就是三角形的面积，

需要三条边比较均匀。

 

命运是个体的，

在命运面前，

一切都苍白无力，

人无法驾驭命运。

 

人来到这个世界，

一生多少恩恩怨怨。

自始至终不曾害人，

你可心安的离去。

 

忘不了啊，

那刻骨铭心的记忆。

无论快乐还是痛苦，

那都是生命的内容。

 

人来到世界，

最怕像一张白纸离去。

世界带给你纸上内容，

贵在美的真与简单。

 

无人能知人生的结局，

无论光明还是黑暗，

没有世界就没有一切，

告别最好是致爱。

 

2022,6,27于杭州

 

附注：

上午，躺在飘窗平台，文思袭来，作诗一首，只用了十分钟。行文质朴无韵，传统散句节奏，上限九言，意连为主。自己觉得，是粗劣的天鹅之歌。

飘窗在15楼，窗外可见蓝天白云。我想：“如能占一朵白云，饿死那里也心甘。”

 

知友评：

2022,6,29

对我而言是夏日喝雪水。不是琅琅的声韵美，而是知之甚深。好在字字心声，殚精竭虑，几十年思索反诘。不足的是太直白。诗歌文意一如和面，不能没面，不能没水。吃的是面，成的是水。

 

女儿评：

2022,6,29

If you think it’s good, it’s good. It’s too much preaching for me.

 

拙译：

Qive Love to the World

 

The blind turtle ran into a tree,

I came into the world.

Maternal love fills me,

The love of father only wants to honor ancestors.

 

Days before the age of thirteen

Are full of sunshine and joy.

All in the world is fine,

Because I have nothing to crave.

 

Craving is the killer of joy,

It is pain to crave it failed.

But success and failure,

Determination takes time.

 

Feelings and career,

Advance in a struggle；

The result of choice is an error,

Everyone goes the wrong way.

 

One can only work hard，

Talent and luck are controlled by the heaven.

The achievement is the area of the triangle,

Three sides need to be more even.

 

Fate is an individual,

In the face of fate,

All is pale and feeble,

Man has no control over his destiny.

 

A man comes into this world,

A great deal of gratitude and resentment in his life.

Never hurt anyone from beginning to end,

You can leave with peace of mind.

 

I can't forget

The memory engraved on my bone and soul.

Regardless of happiness or pain,

It is the content of life.

 

A man comes into the world,

He is most afraid to leave like a blank paper.

The world brings you content on paper,

Which is valued for the beauty of the true and simple.

 

No one knows the end of life,

Whether it is bright or dark.

There is nothing without the world,

The best farewell is to give love to the World.

 

2022,6,27 In Hangzhou

Appended notes：

This morning，I am lying on the bay window platform and inspirations strike me.I write a poem， which only takes ten minutes. The style of writing is simpl，natural，having no rhyme，the rhythm is of traditional prose sentences，the upper limit is nine words connected chiefly by meaning.I feel it's a crude swan song.

The bay window is at 15th floor，I can see the blue sky and white clouds outside the windows.i think if I can take up a white cloud, I wish to starve to death there.

 

Understanding friend's comment

2022,6,29

For me it's drinking snow water in summer. It's not the beauty of tinkle sound,but the deep consciousness. The good lies in every word from the bottom of your heart, exerting all your strength and wisdom, decades of reflection.The shortage is that it's too straightforward. The meaning of poetry is the same as kneading dough, shoud not without the dough,or without the water. What you eat is dough, what you succeed is water.

 

Daughter's comment

2022,6,29

If you think it's good, it's good. It's too much preaching for me.