英语翻译梅花梦里几度寻要是有些事我没说,梅,你别以为是我忘了,我什么也没忘,但是有些事只适合收藏.不能说,也不能想,却又

英语翻译
梅花梦里几度寻
要是有些事我没说,梅,你别以为是我忘了,我什么也没忘,但是有些事只适合收藏.不能说,也不能想,却又不能忘.它们不能变成语言,它们无法变成语言,一旦变成语言,也就不再是它们了.它们是一片朦胧的温馨与寂寥,是一片成熟的希望与绝望...
虽说现今已是季春,我却还是依旧沉眠于梅花的浸脾馨香里,久久不能醒来,不想也不肯醒来,更不愿相信春来了,而且早已来了好长一阵子了.直到再次远望立在宝殿门前的那株枝光花空的梅树,才不得不告诉自己,春,确实是早已来了,梅,的确也已凋零了.只是,每当沉默思忖的时候,总还会问：梅花真的凋零了吗?与梅共照的日子真的也就一去不复返了吗?
这个问题我不能回答,梅当然也不能回答.我只知道,春就乘着落叶来了.春来了,人就随着春,瘦了,愁了.尽管天气是渐渐暖和了,但内心深处曾经被激活的热血却是真的淡定了下来.对于这份淡然,我姑且把它定义为成熟.因为我无法预计未来是否还会有热血被激活的时候,无法估计自己是否还能摘下腊梅的一缕清香；面对眼前这份春意盎然的景象,我只能黯然的告诉自己：梅花确实已经沉埋在春天翻新的泥土里.
不久前在书上看到了一则典故,是有关林和靖先生与梅的.起初心里一直纳闷儿：为什么宋代的这位林和靖先生终生不愿做官,也不娶妻生子,一生植梅放鹤,造就“梅妻鹤子”的佳话呢?后来才渐渐明白,千百年来,梅之所以让人欣赏、咏叹、赞誉,多半是源于她的品格.大方之家可以成为梅的知己,而小生不才,不敢将自己与梅相提并论.但我却常常用梅的精神勉励自己.每当我在生活中遇到了挫折,遇到了磨难,碰到了不公平的时候,常常会在梦里看到那些千树万树的梅花.因而也就真正的坦然了.
依稀记得去年岁末的独自山野旅行.虽说天气着实的冷,寒风也直刺面颊,但出于对自然的向往与往事的怀念,我还是毅然地将步履踏向了山野的那篇清新之地.由于西南地区的喀斯特地形较多,因而在这方绿土上我没能找到一整片的旷野,因而便背靠着一颗梅树坐了下来,合上双目,沉浸在这对往事无限的遐思中.
梅,给我托了一个梦.她告诉我说我活得太严肃,呆板的脸似乎对生活已经麻木,忘记了对梅花的微笑.好不容易开一次的花朵,难得长出的一片叶子,因为我缺少了微笑去面对不久也就凋零了.在荒野中,我的微笑可能是对一个新生生命的欢迎和鼓舞,就像满树的腊梅让我看到人生中那些还未到来的美好前景一样.于是,借着这个美梦,我尝试着对梅花微笑,这样的微笑敞开了我封闭的心于天地旷野之间,所有耿耿于怀的忧愁烦恼也就倏然消失了...我明白,烦恼的产生不过都是欲望太多的缘故,将自己放置于自然之中,少了欲望,烦恼自然也就少了.但我又是一个拒绝苍白和平庸的人,我深知我的生命或许足够渺小,如沧海一粟；或许足够卑微,往往轻于鸿毛.但我也深信只要懂得并学会去收藏那些美丽的瞬间,生命中的感动就会常在.
梅的花瓣是真的沉埋在春天新翻的泥土里了吗?但梦中不时的出现自己于微风中闻拂袖梅香的那一幕又作何解释呢?梅花,没有凋零,也许这一连串的疑问只有我自己能回答,梅花的沉默让春的嘴角露出了一丝狡诈的笑意,而最能象征春的神意的,只有垂杨了.凝望着眼前梅树凋零落在土地表面的残片,我感慨万千：人的一生,多是飘零,或因生存奔波于人世间,或因梦想而不得不离故土遥远.这样的岁月中,我还要经历多少次与梅花年复一年的离别?也或许,我会选择那些美好的回忆,那些疲惫旅途中闪光的片段,不要道别,永不道别.

梅花梦里几度寻
要是有些事我没说,梅,你别以为是我忘了,我什么也没忘,但是有些事只适合收藏.不能说,也不能想,却又不能忘.它们不能变成语言,它们无法变成语言,一旦变成语言,也就不再是它们了.它们是一片朦胧的温馨与寂寥,是一片成熟的希望与绝望...
虽说现今已是季春,我却还是依旧沉眠于梅花的浸脾馨香里,久久不能醒来,不想也不肯醒来,更不愿相信春来了,而且早已来了好长一阵子了.直到再次远望立在宝殿门前的那株枝光花空的梅树,才不得不告诉自己,春,确实是早已来了,梅,的确也已凋零了.只是,每当沉默思忖的时候,总还会问：梅花真的凋零了吗?与梅共照的日子真的也就一去不复返了吗?
这个问题我不能回答,梅当然也不能回答.我只知道,花谢了,春就乘着落叶来了.春来了,人就随着春,瘦了,愁了.尽管天气是渐渐暖和了,但内心深处曾经被激活的热血却是真的淡定了下来.对于这份淡然,我姑且把它定义为成熟.因为我无法预计未来是否还会有热血被激活的时候,无法估计自己是否还能摘下腊梅的一缕清香；面对眼前这份春意盎然的景象,我只能黯然的告诉自己：梅花确实已经沉埋在春天翻新的泥土里.
不久前在书上看到了一则典故,是有关林和靖先生与梅的.起初心里一直纳闷儿：为什么宋代的这位林和靖先生终生不愿做官,也不娶妻生子,一生植梅放鹤,造就“梅妻鹤子”的佳话呢?后来才渐渐明白,千百年来,梅之所以让人欣赏、咏叹、赞誉,多半是源于她的品格.大方之家可以成为梅的知己,而小生不才,不敢将自己与梅相提并论.但我却常常用梅的精神勉励自己.每当我在生活中遇到了挫折,遇到了磨难,碰到了不公平的时候,常常会在梦里看到那些千树万树的梅花.因而也就真正的坦然了.
依稀记得去年岁末的独自山野旅行.虽说天气着实的冷,寒风也直刺面颊,但出于对自然的向往与往事的怀念,我还是毅然地将步履踏向了山野的那篇清新之地.由于西南地区的喀斯特地形较多,因而在这方绿土上我没能找到一整片的旷野,因而便背靠着一颗梅树坐了下来,合上双目,沉浸在这对往事无限的遐思中.
梅,给我托了一个梦.她告诉我说我活得太严肃,呆板的脸似乎对生活已经麻木,忘记了对梅花的微笑.好不容易开一次的花朵,难得长出的一片叶子,因为我缺少了微笑去面对不久也就凋零了.她还告诉我说,在荒野中,我的微笑可能是对一个新生生命的欢迎和鼓舞,就像满树的腊梅让我看到人生中那些还未到来的美好前景一样.于是,借着这个美梦,我尝试着对梅花微笑,这样的微笑敞开了我封闭的心于天地旷野之间,所有耿耿于怀的忧愁烦恼也就倏然消失了...我明白,烦恼的产生不过都是欲望太多的缘故,将自己放置于自然之中,少了欲望,烦恼自然也就少了.但我又是一个拒绝苍白和平庸的人,我深知我的生命或许足够渺小,如沧海一粟；或许足够卑微,往往轻于鸿毛.但我也深信只要懂得并学会去收藏那些美丽的瞬间,生命中的感动就会常在.
梅的花瓣是真的沉埋在春天新翻的泥土里了吗?但梦中不时的出现自己于微风中闻拂袖梅香的那一幕又作何解释呢?梅花,没有凋零,对吧?也许这一连串的疑问只有我自己能回答,梅花的沉默让春的嘴角露出了一丝狡诈的笑意,而最能象征春的神意的,只有垂杨了.凝望着眼前梅树凋零落在土地表面的残片,我感慨万千：人的一生,多是飘零,或因生存奔波于人世间,或因梦想而不得不离故土遥远.这样的岁月中,我还要经历多少次与梅花年复一年的离别?也或许,我会选择那些美好的回忆,那些疲惫旅途中闪光的片段,不要道别,永不道别.
Plum dream several times to find
If there are things I did not say, plum, do not think that I forgot, I had not forgotten, but some things are only suitable for collection. Can not say I could not think, but can not forget. They can not become a language, they can not become a language, once they come to the language, no longer is that they had. They are a warm and misty solitude, is a mature hope and despair ...
Although today is the spring season, but I was still slumbered on the plum dip spleen fragrance in a long time and can not wake up, do not want to refuse to wake up, but do not want to believe that spring up, and have already come quite a long while. Once again stand in the palace until Yuanwang Nazhu Edamitsu flowers in front of empty eucalyptus only had to tell myself that spring is indeed already come, plum, indeed has withered up. But, when silence to contemplate the time, there's always asked: plum really dying it? And according to the days of really plum were also gone yet?
I can not answer this question, of course, can not answer plum. I know, Hua Xie, and spring leaves come on the ride. Spring up, and they along with the spring, thin, and melancholy of the. Although the weather is gradually warming, but the heart had been really active in the blood is very calm and down. For this it lightly, I may define it as mature. Because I can not predict whether there will be blood coming when activated, can not estimate whether they can bloom off a lock of fragrance; the face of the immediate scene of spring, I can only tell their own sad: plum blossom, it has been Buried in the spring renovation of the soil.
Not long ago, saw in the book an allusion, it is about Mr. Lin Hejing and plum. At first, I always wonder child: Why the Song Dynasty official who Mr. Lin Hejing life do not want to, not start their families, and his place of Mei crane, creating "the plum wife Tsuruko" the stories of what? Later gradually realized that thousands of years, the reason why people enjoy Mei, chant, praise, mostly due to her character. Generous plum home can be a confidante, and niche Fucai, not to compare themselves with plum. I have often encouraged their use plum spirit. Whenever I face a setback in life, experiencing the hardships encountered unfair, it was common to see those dreams Arcadia million in the plum tree. Therefore, they are true, viz.
Vaguely remember the end of last year's mountain trip alone. Although the weather really cold, cold wind, piercing the cheek, but for the natural yearning and nostalgia for past, I will be walking determinedly to ride to the mountains of thing I read in a fresh place. As the southwestern karst topography more so in this green earth I could not find Yizheng Pian on the wilderness, so we sat back down with a plum, eyes closed, immersed in this infinite past the reverie of the .
Mei, asked me a dream. She told me that I live too serious, stiff face seems to have been numb to life, forget the smile on the plum blossom. Finally once the flowers, rare to grow the leaf, because I lack a smile to the face of a soon also withered. She also told me that, in the wilderness, my smile might be on a new life is welcomed and encouraged, just as garden trees in bloom to me is that life has yet to come as the bright future. So, take this dream, I try to smile on the plum blossom, so smile opened my heart closed wilderness in between heaven and earth, all to heart the sorrow troubles disappear ... I am also shocked to understand, create trouble But the desire is too much reason, will put themselves into the natural, less desire, naturally worry less. But I was pale and mediocre to refuse, I know that my life may be small enough, such drop in the ocean; perhaps humble enough, often lighter than a feather. But I also believe as long as the collection of those who know and learn to beautiful moments in life will be touched often.
Plum petals are really deeply buried in the spring, the newly-turned soil in it? However, the emergence of his dreams from time to time in the breeze, smell stormed Meixiang of that scene, what explanation do? Plum, not dying, right? Maybe this series of questions that only I can answer, plum lips of silence to reveal a hint of spring cunning smile, and most symbolic of the divine spring, and only Chueiyang the staring eyes plum trees . dying fall of the land surface debris, I was filled with emotion: people's life, mostly homeless, or live to go from this world, or forced from their homeland far away dream. These days, how many times I would like to experience year after year, parting with the plum? Perhaps, I will choose those memories, those tired flash journey fragments, do not say goodbye, never say goodbye .
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