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The young sprouts planted last year
Have become bundles of straw this year
The aged bodies of former youths
Are more bent than the bows from the south
去年种下的幼苗
今岁已成禾束
青年老后的体躯
比南方的弓还要弯
Words written with black ink
Have been effaced by water drops
Unwritten designs in the mind
You cannot erase them even if you want to
写成的黑色字迹
已被水和雨滴消灭
未曾写出的心迹
虽要拭去也无从
You parrot the talker
Please hold your tongue
Sister thrush in the willow grove
Is going to sing a sweet song
会说话的鹦鹉
请你不要作声
柳林里的画眉姐姐
要唱一曲好听的调儿
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