夏天终于要来了，这个晚春的傍晚小雨，连同那些散落的簇簇，在流光变换中，投下了带着些许惆怅和希望的清影。
Summer is finally coming, this late spring evening light rain,together with those scattered clusters, in the streamertransformation, cast a little melancholy and hope of the clearshadow.
梅花散，泪清，衣满。透过这些在寒风中飞舞的花瓣，她仿佛看到了凋零本人。人比黄花瘦。那是思念的秋天。而现在，风还没有起来，一切都安静无声。
Plum blossom scattered, tears, full clothes. Through the petalsfluttering in the cold wind, she seemed to see the withered herself.People are thinner than yellow flowers. That is miss autumn. Now, thewind had not risen, and everything was still.
在这个小小的庭院里，在这个寂寞的冬夜，只有晚霞和鬓边的雪陪伴着她。
In this small courtyard, in this lonely winter night, only sunsetand the side of the snow to keep her company.
我看到烟囱里的烟又升起来了，黄昏笼罩着大地。我想问一下厨房烟囱冒出的烟，你要去哪里？夕阳诗意，黄昏如画。虽然诗很美，但我心里只有你。
I saw the smoke rising from the chimneys again, and the duskenveloping the earth. I was wondering about the smoke from thekitchen chimney. Where are you going? Sunset poetry, sunsetpicturesque. The poem is beautiful, but I only have you in my heart.
黑发染成白色。雪被染成黑色。白天染成黑色。黑色被染成白色。世界从点到点都是黑白分明的。所以我成了你的倒影。永远生活在一个与你完全不同的世界。埋葬了这个夜晚。埋葬了一群华丽奢华的燕尾蝶。
Black hair was dyed white. The snow was dyed black. Dyed blackduring the day. Black was dyed white. The world is black and whitefrom point to point. So I became your reflection. To live forever ina world completely different from yours. Buried the night. Buried aflock of sumptuous swallowtails.
最近的梅雨已经很久了。黄昏时分，远近的长街短路湿漉漉的，一般都是软绵绵的。天空是黄色的，就像旧搪瓷杯子里的一层茶垢，这是我长大的家乡。它暧昧，怕儒，普通，好但丑。就像人性一样。我像岁月一样生活在这个美丽而遗憾的世界。
The recent plum rain has been a long time. At dusk, long streetsare wet and generally soft. The sky is yellow, like a layer of teadirt in an old enamel cup, and this is where I grew up. It isambiguous, afraid of Confucianism, ordinary, good but ugly. Just likehuman nature. I live like years in this beautiful and regrettableworld.
一天在琐碎中逝去，而我孤独的灵魂却散落在黄昏里，像余晖下翻滚的尘埃，一点一点消失在生命的长河里，无力挣扎。
A day passes away in triviality, and my lonely soul is scatteredin the dusk, like the rolling dust in the afterglow, vanishing bit bybit in the long river of life, powerless to struggle.
夕阳在等待梦的结束，枫叶凝结着霜。
Sunset is waiting for the end of the dream, maple leafcondensation frost.
那时我们还年轻。穿过废墟、松柏，我们来到悬崖边。沐浴在落日余晖中，平静如水，我们向远处望去，云正在漂浮。事实上，你什么也看不见。人生的悲欢远在天边，眺望是青春的姿态。
We were young then. Through the ruins, pines and cypresses, wecame to the cliff edge. Bathed in the light of the setting sun, calmas water, we looked out into the distance to see clouds floating. Infact, you can see anything. The joys and sorrows of life far in thehorizon, overlooking is the posture of youth.
随着太阳的落山，天空中出现了红色的晚霞，太美了！
As the sun goes down, there is a red sunset glow in the sky. Itsso beautiful!
