虽然是周末，但我醒得很早，天还黑着。我从后门出去，听见了大雁的叫声。一群大雁从头顶飞过，我听见这令人愉快的鸿鸣响彻天空。一群飞走，一群紧跟着。不断从头顶飞过，留下了优美的歌声。那歌声里包含着生命的温暖，又是对远方的憧憬。总有一天，我们也会像这大雁，远飞而去，因此最好是留下一首属于我们自己的“歌”吧！
It’s the weekend, but still I wake early. It’s still dark out. I step outside through the back door for a look and hear the sound of geese. A flock is flying overhead. I listen to their lovely honking falling to the earth. Perhaps, if I walk a little ways, I’ll hear them again. Perhaps that is a poet’s imagination. The flock of geese fly away, followed shortly by another flock. Overhead and away.
They too leave behind their splendid song. That song contains the warmth of life and a yen for the distant and remote. One day, we too, like the geese, will fly away and, it would be best, to leave behind a lovely song of our own.
01.26.2018.
