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望向明天（組詩） 許其正 被冬天桎梏著。 滿眼是灰暗，矇矓不清。 顫抖著。好冷！ 冬天發揮著淫威，鞭笞著大地萬物。 別害怕！鼓起勇氣！向前！向前！望向明天！ 與其躲在一個角落裡顫抖、悲嘆，何如做好準備，等待衝鋒的那一天？ 土地 春天轉回來了。土地又活潑起來了。 在冬天裡，它總是病了似地，沒有生氣；現在春天轉回來了，它便當仁不讓地回復它的本來面目，活潑起來，有如生龍活虎。 土地本來是承載萬物的，並且以其地利滋養萬物，所有花呀草呀樹呀等植物和禽呀獸呀蟲呀等動物，都靠它而生而活而繁榮。冬天時，牠們跟著它過度小月的日子；一到春天，牠們便隨著它的復活而復活。牠們拼命地生長，活動，歡舞，跑跳……。 啊，土地，你盡力噴發你的香吧！你盡量發揮你的地力吧！世上萬物舉雙手歡迎你！ 藍 如疾馳的天馬 唰的一聲 藍奔向我： 晶亮，純淨，無垢…… 逼向我眼，進入我心 由天空送來 由大海送來 哈！洶洶湧湧…… 芳香 那是什麼？ 無聲，無形，無影，輕輕地，微微地，若有若無，瀰漫各處。你察覺也罷，沒察覺也罷，它才不管呢。反正它就那麼隱隱約約，微微一閃一爍，輕觸著你的鼻子。那種感覺，沁涼而溫馨，是母親柔情的手在輕撫肌膚。 什麼叫做舒坦？這就是了。 這就是芳香。不管天晴、天陰、天雨，都有的。 在大自然裡。到處都有的。 那是草的芳香，樹木的芳香，花朵的芳香，泥土的芳香……。 音符 大自然裡有許多音符在流轉、播放，給整個宇宙填寫美麗、溫馨、喜悅、安樂、和平……。 別看不起那隻小麻雀！牠至少是音符的創作者。至於其他鳥兒，更不用說了。多少鳥兒為人們所讚頌！夜鶯、雲雀，以至一隻小小的綠繡眼，甚至烏鴉，都有詩人抒寫讚頌呢。當然，其他鳴蟲也是的。譬如蟋蟀，譬如蟬，譬如螻蛄……多得數不勝數。不止這些，流水、風、雨……不也都創作美麗的音符嗎？大自然裡太多音符的創作者了。也因此，大自然是一個大音樂廳，總不時播出悅耳的音樂，提供美麗、溫馨、喜悅、安樂、和平。哈，側身大自然多麼幸福呀！ 該安享！該珍惜！ 春天的真面目 春天的真面目為何？ 我曾為這個問題請教過許多人；但是沒有人能夠圓滿答覆我。他們大都指向草木的芽發了，葉綠了，花開了，風柔了，氣候溫暖了，陽光燦亮了……說這些便是春天的徵象。最後有一個人給了我正確的答案。他說一般人的說法只指涉春天光明的那一部分，那些人們碰上就會皮膚發癢的毛毛蟲、那些吐信的蛇、那些讓人眼睛視線不清的濛霧、那些在土裡咬噬作物根莖的地鼠以及會害人的病菌等等都應包括在內。 拈蝴蝶 公園裡，好多孩子在花間穿梭著，男女都有。他們在追蹤著蝴蝶，企圖拈牠 有人拈到了，便會歡欣地大叫：「我拈到一隻了！」 因為人多，所以花園裡亂成一團。這其實是春天的氣象。 「我拈到一隻了！」一名男孩叫了起來。 「你拈到我的蝴蝶結了。」 原來他把一名女孩頭髮上綁的蝴蝶結當成蝴蝶了。 兩個人的臉都紅了起來。 其實這也是春天的氣象。 搖籃 春天是一個搖籃。我們就在搖籃裡，由它輕輕地搖。 還有母親的搖籃曲呢！那曲子是天下最悅耳的。再沒有其他任何曲子能勝過它了。 普天之下，哪裡去找世外桃源呢？除了搖籃，再無其他！ 在搖籃裡，舒適地躺著，由母親柔美的手輕輕地搖，聽著母親口中輕哼的搖籃曲，如沐春風，隔離了任何傷害，沒有任何塵俗的憂傷來困擾，更別提戰爭或爭執了……啊，那多好呀！ 搖籃輕輕地搖。…… 搖籃曲輕輕地響。…… 隨意 世間儘多俗事綁手綁腳，誰能拋開一切，隨心所欲地過如意的生活？何時才能過無憂無慮的日子呢？果真「七十而隨心所欲不愈矩」乎？ 自由無羈，自在又逍遙。那境地多好！ 「暮春者，春服既成，冠者五、六人，童子六、七人，浴乎沂，風乎舞雩，詠而歸。」 區區廿七字，境界至高！誰不向這境界傾斜？ Looking Toward Tomorrow (group poems) Hsu ChiCheng Shackled by winter. Dim and dark in the eyes. Trembling. How cold! Winter is wielding its despotic power, lashing everything on the earth. Don’t be afraid! Muster the courage! Forward! Forward! Looking toward tomorrow! Rather than trembling and sighing in a corner, let us be prepared, ready for the day to charge forward. The Land Spring turns back again. The land is alive again. In winter it is as if it is caught by a disease, lifeless; now spring turns back again, and it of course restores its original form: alive, vivid, and vivacious like a tiger. The land is to carry myriads of things, and it nurtures myriads of things, and all the flowers and grasses and trees and plants, as well as all the animals and beasts and insects, all depend on it to live and prosper. In winter, they spend days with it; in spring, they reflourish with it. They grow crazily, move about, dance, and jump … Oh, land, emanate your fragrance! Give free rein to your strength! Everything on the earth is welcoming you! Blue Like the galloping heavenly horse It dashes Toward me: Brilliant, pure, spotless … Pressing into my eyes, into my heart From the sky From the sea Aha! Waving and surging … Fragrance What is that? Soundless, formless, shadowless, gently, slightly, suffusing everywhere, visible, yet invisible. Whether you perceive it or not, it does not care. It is so dim and distant, glittering and twinkling, gently touching your nose. The feeling, cool and warm, it is the mother’s hands which are gently touching the skin. What is comfortable? It is this feeling. It is fragrance, which persists in spite of sunshine, cloudy days or rainy days. In the great nature. It is everywhere. It is the fragrance of grasses, of trees, of flowers, and of soil … Musical Notes In the great nature there are many musical notes which are running and spreading, filling the universe with beauty, warmth, joy, peace, and happiness … Don’t belittle the little sparrow! It is at least the creator of musical notes. Let alone the other birds. How many birds are eulogized by people! Nightingale, skylark, even a Green Eye and a crow, they are all praised in poems. Of course, other insects are the same. For example, crickets, cicadas, mole crickets … to numerous to be counted. Furthermore, running water, wind, rain … aren’t they also creators of melodious musical notes? There are too many composers in the great nature. Therefore, the great nature is a great music hall, which is always broadcasting melodious music, to provide beauty, warmth, joy, peace, and happiness. Aha, how joyful it is to give an ear to the great nature! What should be enjoyed, enjoy it! The True Colors of Spring What are the true colors of spring? For this question I have asked many people, but nobody could produce a satisfactory answer. Most of them refer to the buds of grasses, green leaves, blossoming flowers, gentle wind, warm weather, and bright sunshine … claiming these are the symbols of spring. Finally there is a person who gives me a correct answer: he says people tend to think about the bright aspect of spring, but the true colors of spring also include worms which make our skin itchy, the snakes which are twisting their tongues, the fog which becloud our vision, the ground rats which are eating plant roots, as well as the germs which are harmful to us. Catching Butterflies In the park, many children are running about in the flowers, boys and girls. They are running after butterflies, trying to catch one or two. They think various butterflies are beautiful and lovely, and they would like to catch some back home to raise, in order to see how they grow gracefully … Some catch one, and cry joyfully: “I’ve got one!” Too many people, and the garden is riotous. Actually this is the atmosphere of spring. “I’ve got one!” A boy lets out a cry. “But what you have caught is my bowknot.” It so happens that he has mistaken the bowknot on a girl’s hair as a butterfly. Both their faces turn red. Actually this is also something about spring. Cradle Spring is a cradle. We are in the cradle, which is gently waving. There is Mother’s cradlesong! The music is the most melodious under heaven. No other music can be better than it. In the world, where to find the Utopia? Except for the cradle, nowhere on the earth! In the cradle, lying comfortably, fondled by the tender hands of Mother, listening to the gentle cradlesong from the lips of Mother, as if bathing in spring wind, free from any harm and hurt, no mortal worries, let alone disputes or wars … oh, how wonderful! The cradle is waving gently … The cradle is singing gently … At Pleasure We are bound by a host of worldly things. Who can get rid of all these, to live a satisfactory life? When can we enjoy a life which is free from cares and worries? Is it really that “at seventy we are at our freedom”? Boundless freedom, at ease and at pleasure. How wonderful it is! “With the advent of spring, we can put on the clothes for spring; with the company of adults and children, we stroll in spring; our clothes are dancing in the wind, and we go home while singing aloud.” The passage is a vivid description of fair spring. Who does not yearn for this spring? （Translated by Zhang Zhizhong） |
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