一朵白蔷薇
文/冰心
怎么独自站在河边上？这朦胧的天色，是黎明还是黄昏？何处寻问，只觉得眼前竟是花的世界。中间杂着几朵白蔷薇。
How come I stand alone by the river? The hazy sky is that dawn or dusk? Where can I inquire? I simply feel I am in an ocean of flowers, amid the flowers mixed a few white roses.
她来了，她从山上下来了。靓妆着，仿佛是一身缟白，手里抱着一大束花。
There she comes, she comes down from the hill. With a bunch of flowers in hands, she appears in a plain white dress with beautiful make up.
我说，“你来，给你一朵白蔷薇，好簪在襟上。”她微笑说了一句话，只是听不见。然而似乎我竟没有摘，她也没有戴，依旧抱着花儿，向前走了。
"Come hither, give you a white rose, you may pin on the lapel." I say. She beams with a word, but I can not hear. However, I seem to no pick one, and she does not wear it, holding the flowers still, she walks forward.
抬头望她去路，只见得两旁开满了花，垂满了花，落满了花。
Looking up the path she passed, I can see both sides of the path covered with blooming flowers, drooping flowers, and fallen flowers.
我想白花终比红花好；然而为何我竟没有摘，她也竟没有戴？
I suppose white flower is better than red flower all the time; yet why didn't I pick one, and she didn't wear one?
前路是什么地方，为何不随她走去？
What's the place forward? Why not go with her?
都过去了，花也隐了，梦也醒了，前路如何？便摘也何曾戴？
It's over, the flowers disappear, and the dream awakes, what may be ahead? If I had picked one, had she been wearing it?


火光
文/柯罗连科
很久以前，在一个漆黑的秋天的夜晚，我泛舟在西伯利亚一条阴森森的河上。船到一个转弯处，只见前面黑黢黢的山峰下面一星火光蓦地一闪。
火光又明又亮，好像就在眼前……
“好啦，谢天谢地！”我高兴地说，“马上就到过夜的地方啦！”
船夫扭头朝向后的火光望了一眼，又不以为然地划浆来。
“远着呢！”
我不相信他的话，因为火光冲破朦胧的夜色，明明就在那儿闪烁。不过船夫是对的，事实上，火光的确还远着呢。
这些黑夜的火光的特点是：驱散黑暗，闪闪发亮，近在眼前，令人神往。乍一看，再划几下就到了……其实却还远着呢！……
我们在漆黑如墨的河上又划了很久。一个个峡谷和悬崖，迎面驶来，又向后移去，仿佛消失在茫茫的远方，而火光却依然停在前头，闪闪发亮，令人神往――依然是这么近，又依然是这么远……
现在，无论是这条被悬崖峭壁的阴影笼罩的漆黑的河流，还是那一星明亮的火光，都经常浮现在我的脑际，在这以前和在这以后，曾有许多火光，似乎近在咫尺，不止使我一人心驰神往。可是生活之河却仍然在那阴森森的两岸之间流着，而火光也依旧非常遥远。因此，必须加劲划浆……
然而，火光啊……毕竟……毕竟就在前头！