杂

Thousands of snow mountains, only a pair of bird eyes in motion.

千万座雪山，只有鸟的一双眼睛在动。

I have walked a road longer than memory, accompanied by pilgrim loneliness. With a smile on my face, but with sorrow in my heart.

我走上了一条比记忆还要长的路，陪着我的，是朝圣者般的孤独。我脸上带着微笑，心中却充满悲苦。

What a beautiful view. Lucky I didn't die yesterday.

风景真好啊，幸好没死在昨天。

（现在能鼓励我走下去的，是我对于文字的热爱和对于遇见的人，知道的事，看的风景的期待。远方还有无数的人在等着和我相遇。而我，也会依依的走过，在这春天秋冬。）

Houhai has the yard of trees, Xia dynasty has the work of jade, the cloud at this moment, twenty years old you.

后海有树的院子，夏代有工的玉，此时此刻的云，二十来岁的你。

（其实真的很喜欢这一句，看以前的摘抄本里看到的。回忆起以前的时候，感觉好强的少年气。）

I am a snowy man in the dark!

我是一个在黑暗中大雪纷飞的人呐！

（好喜欢这一句，是木心写的，突然发现还没有更过她的诗集，下次收集多一点。）

Love is like a gust of wind. We don't know where it comes from.

爱就像一阵风，我们不知来自何处。

I prefer the absurdity of writing poetry to the absurdity of not writing poetry.

我偏爱写诗的荒谬胜于不写诗的荒谬。

What is hard to bear is the realization that we do not share the same starry night. When the evening is quiet in my yard, the morning rises from your pages. My winter will be your remaining shadow, and your light will be the honor of my shadow.

难以忍受的是认识到，我们并不拥有共同的星空。当暮色在我的院子里成为宁静，清晨会从你的纸页里升起。我的寒冬将是你剩下的阴影，而你的光明将是我阴影的荣誉。

"It doesn't matter if one day I leave. For the rest of my life, I will keep coming back to be your friend, your food, your grass by the road, and the wind in your face... We meet again and again."

“如果有一天我离开了也没有关系，千万生中，我不断回来，做你的朋友，做你的食物，做你路边的小草，做扑在你脸上的风……我们不断地重逢。”

Remember to move on, don't rot in the past and dream.

要记得往前走，别烂在过去和梦里。

（处于低谷时安慰我的一句话，现在送给你们。）

I wander on the boundary between life and death, the snow is bright, the rain is dim, I seem to walk in the morning and night at the same time.

我游荡在生与死的边界线上，雪是明亮的，雨是暗淡的，我似乎同时行走在早晨和晚上。

The distance between my soul and me is so far away, but my existence is so real.

我的灵魂与我之间的距离如此遥远，而我的存在却如此真实。