人长大了就像长满羽翼的鸟儿,家已搁置不下,定要自寻树枝筑巢,甚至飞往远方。一代代一辈辈一茬茬都是这么过来的,至于能飞的多远还真的靠长多大翅膀。但问题来了,如果在离父母近的地方,可能被看成没大志向,远了又甚至想念。自己也做为人母了,这种心情啊……
游子吟
唐.孟郊
慈母手中线,游子身上衣。
临行密密缝,意恐迟迟归。
谁言寸草心,报得三春归。
Song of the Parting Son
[Tang .Dynasty Meng Jiao ]
The thread in mother’s hand-
A gown for parting son,
Sewn stitch by stitch, alas!
For fear of cold he'll stand.
Such kindness of warm sun
Can't be repaid by grass.
译者:许渊冲爷爷
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