腆怯的思想呀，不要怕我。
我是一个诗人。
Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
我的心在朦胧的沉默里，似乎充满了蟋蟀的鸣声－－声音的灰暗的
暮色。
The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp ---
the grey twilight of sound.
爆竹呀，你对群星的侮蔑，又跟着你自己回到地上来了。
Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the earth.
您曾经带领着我，穿过我的白天的拥挤不堪的旅程，而到达了我的黄昏的
孤寂之境。
在通宵的寂静里，我等待着它的意义。
Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's
loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.
我们的生命就似渡过一个大海，我们都相聚在这个狭小的舟中。
死时，我们便到了岸，各往各的世界去了。
This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same
narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds
真理之川从它的错误之沟渠中流过。
The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
今天我的心是在想家了，在想着那跨过时间之海的那一个甜蜜的时候。
My heart is homesick today for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
一大清早就来报个道
不晓得为啥子昨天晚上失眠了
到2点钟才睡戳
到5点半就又醒了
现在困得很
所以我就以灌水来提神
我们继续昨天的话题