Thousands of snow mountains, only a pair of bird eyes in motion.

千萬座雪山，只有鳥的一雙眼睛在動(dòng)。

I have walked a road longer than memory, accompanied by pilgrim loneliness. With a smile on my face, but with sorrow in my heart.

我走上了一條比記憶還要長的路，陪著我的，是朝圣者般的孤獨(dú)。我臉上帶著微笑，心中卻充滿悲苦。

What a beautiful view. Lucky I didn't die yesterday.

風(fēng)景真好啊，幸好沒死在昨天。

（現(xiàn)在能鼓勵(lì)我走下去的，是我對于文字的熱愛和對于遇見的人，知道的事，看的風(fēng)景的期待。遠(yuǎn)方還有無數(shù)的人在等著和我相遇。而我，也會依依的走過，在這春天秋冬。）

Houhai has the yard of trees, Xia dynasty has the work of jade, the cloud at this moment, twenty years old you.

后海有樹的院子，夏代有工的玉，此時(shí)此刻的云，二十來歲的你。

（其實(shí)真的很喜歡這一句，看以前的摘抄本里看到的。回憶起以前的時(shí)候，感覺好強(qiáng)的少年氣。）

I am a snowy man in the dark!

我是一個(gè)在黑暗中大雪紛飛的人吶！

（好喜歡這一句，是木心寫的，突然發(fā)現(xiàn)還沒有更過她的詩集，下次收集多一點(diǎn)。）

Love is like a gust of wind. We don't know where it comes from.

愛就像一陣風(fēng)，我們不知來自何處。

I prefer the absurdity of writing poetry to the absurdity of not writing poetry.

我偏愛寫詩的荒謬勝于不寫詩的荒謬。

What is hard to bear is the realization that we do not share the same starry night. When the evening is quiet in my yard, the morning rises from your pages. My winter will be your remaining shadow, and your light will be the honor of my shadow.

難以忍受的是認(rèn)識到，我們并不擁有共同的星空。當(dāng)暮色在我的院子里成為寧靜，清晨會從你的紙頁里升起。我的寒冬將是你剩下的陰影，而你的光明將是我陰影的榮譽(yù)。

"It doesn't matter if one day I leave. For the rest of my life, I will keep coming back to be your friend, your food, your grass by the road, and the wind in your face... We meet again and again."

“如果有一天我離開了也沒有關(guān)系，千萬生中，我不斷回來，做你的朋友，做你的食物，做你路邊的小草，做撲在你臉上的風(fēng)……我們不斷地重逢?！?/p>

Remember to move on, don't rot in the past and dream.

要記得往前走，別爛在過去和夢里。

（處于低谷時(shí)安慰我的一句話，現(xiàn)在送給你們。）

I wander on the boundary between life and death, the snow is bright, the rain is dim, I seem to walk in the morning and night at the same time.

我游蕩在生與死的邊界線上，雪是明亮的，雨是暗淡的，我似乎同時(shí)行走在早晨和晚上。

The distance between my soul and me is so far away, but my existence is so real.

我的靈魂與我之間的距離如此遙遠(yuǎn)，而我的存在卻如此真實(shí)。