诗—给我的孩子

My children,

if could, I would tell you

all the mysteries of this world.

I would tell you

about our great mountains and rivers,

about the rising sun and setting moon,

our honor and dreams,

frustrations and sorrows.

I would tell you,

in making fuel,

we light up ourselves

to illuminate the dreams of others;

in making rockets,

we giveup what is ours

to achieve a collective vision.

Life is

to be used for a cause.

Death is

affirmation of life.

The vast universe

makes our death so insignificant.

Tiny dust particles

are the beginning of the universe.

Our small steps today

are the beginning of greatness.

And you, my children,

give us, ordinary as we are,

the will to begin

creating a beautiful new world.

我的孩子

如果可以

我想告诉你时间的一切奥秘

告诉你

山川大河

日升月落

光荣和梦想

挫折与悲伤

告诉你

燃料是

点燃自己

照亮别人的东西

火箭是

为了梦想

抛弃自己的东西

生命是

用来燃烧的东西

死亡是

验证生命的东西

宇宙是

让死亡渺小的东西

渺小的尘埃

是宇宙的开始

平凡的渺小

是伟大的开始

而你

我的孩子

是让平凡的我们

想创造

新世界的开始

———摘自电影《我和我的父辈》B站评论区，中英文版本都很耐读