Text 《黃鸝》—徐志摩 :
一掠顏色飛上了樹。
“ 看, 一只黃鸝! ”有人說。
翹著尾尖, 它不作聲,
艷異照亮了濃密——
像是春光, 火焰, 像是熱情。
等候它唱, 我們靜著望,
怕驚了它。 但它一展翅,
沖破濃密, 化一朵彩雲;
它飛了 , 不見了 , 沒了 ——
像是春光, 火焰, 像是熱情。
A Yellow Oriole — Xu Zhimo
A burst of color flits up a tree.
"Look, a yellow oriole!" Someone says.
Flicking its tail, it stays silent,
its beauty illuminating the canopy——
like the spring sunshine, like a blaze, like passion.
We wait for its song, observing in silence
to not frighten it. But it spreads its wings,
and bursts through the canopy, dissolving into pastel clouds;
it soared, it disappeared, vanished——
like the spring sunshine, like a blaze, like passion.