[双语]林徽因·《风筝》 林徽因

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看，那一点美丽

会闪到天空！

几片颜色，

挟住双翅，

心，缀一串红。

飘摇，它高高的去，

逍遥在太阳边

太空里闪

一小片脸，

但是不，你别错看了

错看了它的力量，

天地间认得方向！

它只是

轻的一片，

一点子美

像是希望，又像是梦；

一长根丝牵住

天穹，渺茫——

高高推着它舞去，

白云般飞动，

它也猜透了不是自己，

它知道，知道是风！









The Kite

Lin Hui-yin

Look, how that speck of beauty

in a flash can reach the sky!

A few flakes of color

hold a pair of wings,

the heart, adorned with a string of reds.

It sways and shakes, going higher and higher,

roaming at the sun’s side,

flickering in the great void,

a small flake of a face,

but don’t you misjudge it,

misjudge its strength,

it knows its direction

between heaven and earth!

It is only

a mere wisp,

a speck of beauty

like hope, like a dream, too,

a long slender thread holding tight

in the sky’s vault, boundless –

pushing it to dance ever higher and higher,

moving, soaring

like a white cloud.

It knows what brings it to such heights

is not itself but the wind, only the wind!

（Julia C. Lin 译）

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Kite

Lin Huiyin

Look, the slight beauty

Will flash into the sky!

Patches of colors

Clasping two wings,

A heart, decorated with a string of red.

Fluttering, it flies higher,

Free beside the sun,

Flash of its face,

Deep in the sky,

But no, do not misjudge,

Misjudge its ability,

It recognizes the direction of the universe!

It is only

A piece of

Slight beauty,

Like hope, like dream;

Pulled by a long string,

The boundless sky

Pushes it to dance higher,

Flying like a white cloud.

It realizes as well

It is not itself but the wind!

（海岸 译）

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A Kite

Phyllis Lin

Look, that bit of beauty

Will up to the sky flush

A few flakes of color.

Hold the pair of wings.

Heart, a bundle of blush.

Air borne, higher and higher it goes,

It wanders by the sun

And in the sun glows

A blade of a small face,

But no, don’t you mistake

Mistake its worth,

It knows its way between heaven and earth!

It is but

A light flake

A bit of beauty

Like a hope, and like a dream,

The long string of silk does tie

The blue sky, a vast blank –

It's pushed to dance on high,

Fleeting like a cloud so fair.

It has guessed it’s not itself,

It knows, knows that it is an air.