Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下,如一个被责打的儿童,灰白的脸上留着泪痕;风又号叫着,似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道,我正跋涉着去会我的朋友。
飞鸟集(英汉对照) 三〇七
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