一 棵 小 花

祇有長在石頭上面的

才知道活著的不易，

祇有長在石頭底下的

才知道多難爬起。

我的一生，

一直都在努力；

與大石相抗衡，

它是又重又硬。

不管我的根是多麼淺，

養分多麼不繼，

我的葉子多麼小，

莖多麼細；

我仍在奮發，

作苞開花。

迎風招展。

笑臉朝天。

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A Small Flower

Only that which is growing on stone

knows how hard it is to stay alive.

Only that which grows under stone

knows how hard it is to rise.

All my life,

I have struggled and strived

against the stones,

top-heavy and iron-like!

No matter how shallow are my roots,

and how short is the resource;

how small are my leaves,

how thin, my stems.

Still I struggle and strive,

bud and bloom.

Sway blithely

with the breeze.

Smile brightly

toward the sky.