碎金集 2021 Fortuitous Gold Nuggets 2021 第 09 篇 Section 09
九月 拾捌·剑语 September: Eighteen · Sword’s Whispers
返回 碎金集 2021 Back to Fortuitous Gold Nuggets 2021早晨，十八岁的第一缕阳光，洒在我的身上。祝我生日快乐。
In the morning, the first sunlight of being eighteen falls upon my body. Happy birthday to me.
这一年忙忙碌碌，起伏不定，所谓青春的雨季似乎一下就是一季，屋外的阳光透过厚重的云层洒下来——呼唤着峰回路转、东山再起。
This year has been bustling and tumultuous, the so-called rainy season of youth seeming to pour down for an entire season at once; yet sunlight outside the room filters down through heavy clouds—beckoning toward turning tides and rising from the ashes.
一位作家说，“不要习惯了黑暗就为黑暗辩护，不要为自己的苟且而得意，不要嘲讽那些比自己更勇敢热情的人。”新的一岁，希望能用自己的故事抵抗虚无。全力以赴去做吧，不驰于空想，不鹜于虚声，好好珍惜这段追逐梦想的年岁！
A writer once said: “Do not defend darkness simply because you have grown accustomed to it; do not feel smug about your own mediocrity; do not scoff at those braver and more passionate than yourself.” In this new year of life, I hope to resist the void through my own story. Strive forward with all my might: indulge not in idle fantasy, chase not empty renown, and cherish with all my heart these years of pursuing dreams!
“世界如此大，道路如此多，我们却被生活所迫，却不知从何走起。”行在单向度的街上，我瞻四方，蹙蹙靡所骋。后浪漫时代的相遇，永远裹挟着粗砺与妥协。
“The world is so vast, the paths so numerous, yet forced by life, we know not where to begin.” Walking along a one-dimensional street, I look in all four directions, feeling hemmed in with nowhere to gallop. Encounters in a post-romantic era are forever fraught with coarseness and compromise.
有些中二的学习之魂又被唤醒了！高三，来了！
A somewhat theatrical, youthful battle-spirit of learning has been awakened once more! Grade 12 has arrived!
以上，共勉。附十八句诗。
The above, for mutual encouragement. Appended are eighteen lines of verse.
附：十八•剑语
行役忽罹忧，复此怆分流。溅石曲涧细，寒风入戍楼。
楼上谁家子，哀哀明月愁。道由黑云尽，冬与清溪长。
时有落花至，远随流水香。风林纤月落，衣露静琴张。
龙泉冰霜雪，良工叹奇绝。挑灯舞剑起，狂歌五柳前。
旧山安在哉？夜夜气冲天！
注：部分诗句化用杜甫、郭震句意，是为句。
Appended: Eighteen · Sword’s Whispers
Hard traveling suddenly brings heavy grief,
Again I mourn where streams diverge and part.
Spraying rocks, the winding brook runs slender;
Chilling winds enter the watchtower fort.
Whose son stands high upon that garrison,
Mournfully grieving beneath the bright moon’s art?
The path is bounded where the dark clouds end;
Winter lingers long with the mountain stream.
At times the falling petals drift along,
Following the flowing waters’ far-off sweet perfume.
In wind-blown woods the crescent moon descends;
With dew-drenched robes, the silent zither plays.
The Longquan sword gleams like frost and snow;
Master artisans marvel at its peerless craft.
Trimming the lamp, I rise to dance with the blade,
Singing wild songs before Master Five Willows.
Where lies my ancient mountain now?
Night after night, heroic spirits soar to the sky!
Note: Portions of these lines adapt allusions and poetic phrases from Du Fu and Guo Zhen.