第一百二十四章 春绿 (第2/2页)

r>    生活，却丢弃原本的自由。

    英译版：（Onceuponatime，greenwasjustacolor.

    Thecloudsaresoclose，theskyissoblue，

    (thesewereallrealthings)

    Carsandhousesarenotascheapastheyarenow，

    (nowitonlyexistsinthepaintingswepaintedwhenwewereyoung.)

    Butweusedtoplaycarefree，

    Painting，somersaulting，foldingtheworkintoanairplane.

    Inthecountryside，therearerowsofgreentrees，

    Theleavesgrowwell，

    Flowersandplantsgrowfreely，manyofthemarenotnamed，

    Theregrowcicadasinsu

    Theriveroftenoverflows，andtherainyseasonisalwayswarm，

    Myfriendsliketocatchfish，

    Autumnisamaturedaywithyellowandredleaves

    It‘slikemissinginafairytale，coveringtheearthgently.

    Therearetracesofbicyclesrunningovertheramp，

    Therearefirefliesinautumn，andtherearecountlessstars.

    DespitetheTVandradio，

    Adultsprefertositoutsideandchat.

    Yes，thisiswhatIamdescribingnow.ThereasonwhyIstillwanttorecallitisthatitisbeingabandonedbythetimes.

    Thosesimplethingsthataregreen，fresh，livelyandcasual，anddonotneedliteratureandarttorepeat，aregraduallyreplacedbysomecomplicatedandboringthings，

    Maybememoriesoftenforgetthecontentofbadmood，

    Butouroriginalhappiness，indeed

    Thetruthisbasedonthat

    Itisaprimitivevillagefullofbirdsandflowers.

    Ifitcanalsobecopiedandrestored，

    I‘mnotgoingtowritethistotrytosatirize.

    Childrenwillnotlosethehappinessofimagination，

    Withasharpbrush，tocarvethosewhohavenofeelings

    Thereisnoso-calledartofcolor，

    Carsshuttlethroughcrowdedcities，

    Life，butabandontheoriginalfreedom.）