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去传染病院的路上

By the road to the contagious hospital

冷风——从东北方向

under the surge of the blue

赶来蓝斑点点的

mottled clouds driven from the

汹涌层云。远处，

northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the

一片泥泞的荒野

waste of broad, muddy fields

野草枯黄，有立有伏

brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

一潭潭的死水

patches of standing water

偶见几丛大树

the scattering of tall trees

沿路尽是灌木

All along the road the reddish

小树，半紫半红

purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy

枝丫丛丛纠结

stuff of bushes and small trees

下面是枯黄的叶子

with dead, brown leaves under them

无叶的藤——

leafless vines—

看来毫无生命，倦怠不堪

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish

而莽撞的春天来临——

dazed spring approaches—

他们赤裸地进入新世界，

They enter the new world naked,

全身冰凉，什么都不明白

cold, uncertain of all

只知道他们在进入春天。而周围

save that they enter. All about them

依然是熟悉的寒风——

the cold, familiar wind—

瞧这些草，明天

Now the grass, tomorrow

野胡萝卜那坚挺的卷叶

the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

一件一件清清楚楚——

One by one objects are defined—

越来越快：明晰，这叶子的轮廓

It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf

可是在此刻，进入春天

But now the stark dignity of

依然那么艰难——然而深沉的变化

entrance— Still, the profound change

已经来到：它们扎住的根

has come upon them: rooted, they

往下紧攫，开始醒来

grip down and begin to awaken