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一、李金海的圣诞颂歌 I. Li Jinhai’s Christmas Carol
圣诞是迷人的红苹果，还是亚当夏娃炽热的情欲？圣诞是教堂尖顶上星星点点的烛光，还是在管风琴声中气势磅礴的哈利路亚？圣诞是赫鲁晓夫的土豆烧牛肉，还是杜甫大庇天下寒士俱欢颜的千万间广厦？圣诞是贝多芬的拥抱起来亿万人民，还是白居易同是天涯沦落人的相逢何必曾相识？
Is Christmas an alluring red apple, or the fierce desire of Adam and Eve? Is Christmas the starlit candle flickers upon cathedral spires, or a magnificent Hallelujah soaring amid organ chords? Is Christmas Khrushchev’s beef stew with potatoes, or Du Fu’s myriad grand mansions sheltering all poor scholars with smiling faces? Is Christmas Beethoven embracing the myriad multitudes, or Bai Juyi’s kindred wanderers at the edge of the world needing no prior acquaintance to meet?
圣诞不是秦始皇的焚书坑儒，也不是希特勒的绞刑架；圣诞不是美国扔向日本的原子弹，也不是日本在南京的大屠杀；圣诞不是拿破仑的滑铁卢，也不是袁世凯的复辟帝制；圣诞不是上帝的生日，也不是犹大的铜板；
Christmas is not the First Emperor of Qin burning books and burying scholars, nor is it Hitler’s gallows; Christmas is not the atomic bombs dropped by America upon Japan, nor is it the Japanese massacre in Nanjing; Christmas is not Napoleon’s Waterloo, nor is it Yuan Shikai’s monarchical restoration; Christmas is not the birthday of God, nor is it Judas’s copper coins;
圣诞是罗密欧与朱丽叶的阳台、梁山伯与祝英台的十八里相送；圣诞是伦勃朗的浪子回头、普希金的一首小诗；圣诞是托尔斯泰的复活、海明威的永别了武器；圣诞是春天的生灵；圣诞是少女的酒靥；圣诞是兄弟间的拥抱是姐妹间的舞蹈；圣诞是人们在自己的恶行面前感到羞愧，给自己回头是岸的机会；圣诞是生命之光的大捷，也是人类文明的休战日；
Christmas is Romeo and Juliet’s balcony, and Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai’s eighteen-li farewell; Christmas is Rembrandt’s return of the prodigal son, and a lyric poem by Pushkin; Christmas is Tolstoy’s Resurrection, and Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms; Christmas is the living creatures of spring; Christmas is the dimple on a maiden’s cheek; Christmas is brothers embracing and sisters dancing; Christmas is mortals feeling shame before their own misdeeds, granting themselves a chance to repent and turn back; Christmas is the grand triumph of the light of life, and the armistice day of human civilization;
圣诞夜来临的时候，人们满怀虔诚地点燃五彩缤纷的蜡烛、给自己披上温情的梦的面纱，大家齐声歌唱，灵魂为自己发自内心的真诚所感动，人们互赠礼物、每一声赤诚的问候都能深深打动对方的心，一呼一吸都饱含春天的气息，人们不再隔阂不再陌生—仿佛春天重回人间。圣诞是一棵树，这棵树上挂满了人们弃恶从善的愿望。
When Christmas Eve arrives, people light multicolored candles with devout hearts, draping themselves in the gentle veil of dreams; all sing in unison, their souls stirred by the sincerity welling from within. Gifts are exchanged, every heartfelt greeting touching the other’s heart; every breath is saturated with the fragrance of spring, and strangers are no longer estranged—as if spring has returned to the mortal world. Christmas is a tree, adorned with humanity’s prayers to turn away from evil and embrace goodness.
有一天，法利赛人带领一个淫妇来到耶稣面前，说要用石头砸死她。耶稣低下头说，你们当中谁是没罪的，谁就先砸吧。当耶稣抬头看的时候，所有的人都走光了。圣诞的钟声响起了。
One day, the Pharisees brought an adulteress before Jesus, declaring she must be stoned to death. Jesus bowed down and said: “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to cast a stone at her.” When Jesus lifted his gaze, everyone had departed. The Christmas bells began to ring.
二、秋叶的呢喃（散文诗） II. Whispers of the Autumn Leaves (Prose Poem)
秋，是树影斑驳中的轻声摇曳，
荡漾着，漾开残阳如血
每到萧风凄楚，
总有一个人，
叹息着送去枯黄的落叶
Autumn is a soft sway amid dappled tree-shadows,
rippling outward, spreading the dying sun red as blood.
Whenever the bleak wind turns mournful,
there is always someone
who sighs as they see off the withered, falling leaves.
谁曾想？枝头忽旋它而下时，
它的心在转—-那缱绻的盘旋！
不曾忘，初春那澄蓝的天，
盛夏那太阳的暖。
眼中含着泪，笑着；
四周均匀的静，罩下，似张软垂的幔帐
Who would have thought? As it suddenly spirals down from the branch,
its heart is turning too — that tender, reluctant whirl!
It has not forgotten the clear blue sky of early spring,
nor the sun’s warmth in high summer.
With tears in its eyes, it smiles;
all around, an even stillness descends, like a soft, drooping curtain.
树在呓语，像在召唤，
叶沙沙地呢喃，无声地在期待
幽馥的虔诚在静谧里布漫
“哦，静候下一季花开！”
The tree murmurs as if in sleep, as though calling out,
the leaves rustle their whispers, waiting in silence,
a faint fragrant devotion spreads through the quiet —
“Oh, I wait quietly for the next season’s blossoms to bloom!”
三、追尾之后（2020.12.7周记） III. After the Rear-End Collision (Weekly Journal, 2020.12.7)
今年的这个时候，每个高二学生正迎来合格性考试的复习、上九科的课的考验。是时，我在家与学校中来回奔波，对九科学习疲于奔命。每日都在心中暗骂不已。
At this time of year, every second-year high school student is facing the trial of reviewing for the qualification exams while taking classes in nine subjects at once. In those days I was shuttling endlessly between home and school, run ragged by the nine subjects. Every day I cursed under my breath.
而在这一天去学校之前，我还刚刚与我的前女朋友彻底断掉了联系。原因无他，高中学习的压力和老师父母的期望已让我无暇顾及这脆弱的感情。
And on this particular day, just before I left for school, I had completely cut off contact with my ex-girlfriend. The reason was simple enough: the pressure of high school study and the expectations of my teachers and parents had left me no room to tend to that fragile relationship.
“我太难了！”坐在车里，怀念着初中时无忧无虑的浪漫时光，不禁暗自神伤。
“This is too hard!” Sitting in the car, missing the carefree, romantic days of middle school, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet sorrow.
就在这种情况下，追尾发生了。
It was in this state of mind that the collision happened.
很突然的，就撞上了。作为一个不会开车的高中生，我实在无法讲出四辆车各自的失误在哪里；我所在意的，是之后的发展。前一秒和我大讲成绩的父母，下一秒就下车进行纠纷的处理，留我一个人在车上。
It was very sudden — the collision simply happened. As a high schooler who couldn’t even drive, I honestly couldn’t tell you where the fault lay among the four cars involved; what I cared about was what came next. One second my parents were lecturing me about my grades, the next they were out of the car dealing with the dispute, leaving me alone inside.
我又能做什么呢？
What could I possibly do?
霎时，有一种荒唐感，像海浪般涌来。“我长这么大有掌握一点点社会生存能力吗？”“我以前怎么就没有发现呢？”一连串的问题使我陷入沉思，原本上紧发条的大脑也像追尾了一般无法动弹。
In that instant, a sense of absurdity washed over me like a wave. Have I, in all my years alive, picked up even the slightest ability to survive in the real world? How did I never notice this before? A string of questions plunged me into thought, and my mind — normally wound tight as a spring — seized up too, as if it had been rear-ended along with the car.
从车窗向外望，大人们正用激烈的争吵为自己的过错辩护。很可笑不是吗？生长四十余年，所得不过是一车一房一伴侣，如今还要为此锱铢必较，有什么意思呢？
Looking out the window, the adults were defending their own mistakes with fierce arguments. Isn’t it almost funny? Forty-odd years of living, and all you have to show for it is a car, a house, a spouse — and now you’re still haggling over every last cent for their sake. What’s the point?
再回视曾经无忧无虑的浪漫生活。哦，原来我是在怀念这种不用承担什么责任的岁月。
I looked back again at that once carefree, romantic life. Oh — I realized I was really just longing for those years when I didn’t have to bear any responsibility at all.
张嘉佳说：“成长是泪流满面却不得已向前走。”这大概说对了一半。因为当泪水模糊了双眼，我们就会对路边的风景视而不见。范文正公的：“不以物喜，不以己悲。”恐怕说的不是这种吧？
Zhang Jiajia once wrote: “Growing up is walking forward in tears, because you have no other choice.” That’s about half right, I think — because once tears blur your eyes, you stop seeing the scenery by the roadside at all. And Fan Wenzheng’s line — “Not moved to joy by external things, not saddened by personal circumstance” — surely wasn’t written for a moment like this?
总而言之，不论怎么说，生活总在继续，这就算我们不喜欢，也必须承认的事实。罗曼·罗兰也说：“世上只有一种英雄主义，就是在认清生活的真相后，依旧热爱生活。”何况，我还没有真正进入生活；何况，我是苏中学子。
Still, whatever the case, life goes on — that much we have to accept, whether we like it or not. Romain Rolland put it this way too: “There is only one heroism in the world: to see the truth of life clearly, and still love it.” Besides, I haven’t even truly entered life yet. Besides — I am a student of Suzhong.
“不以物喜，不以己悲。”还剩一年半的时间，最后在苏州学习的一年半时间，相比于那些“我们必将经历的溃烂”（塞林格语），我更应庆幸我在意识到这些的时候，还有最后一年半时间。
“Not moved to joy by external things, not saddened by personal circumstance.” One and a half years remain — my last year and a half of study in Suzhou. Compared with “the decay we are all bound to go through” (Salinger’s phrase), I should count myself lucky that, now that I’ve realized all this, I still have this last year and a half left.
好好握紧手中的笔吧，铃声响后，不留遗憾。
Hold the pen in your hand firmly. When the bell rings, leave nothing to regret.