老年人 濱海處 木鏟起奇功 When I was down by the sea

多謝更欣賞 老年人 三元佳作！



《憶江南 ~ 海之濱》一老年人

濱海處，木鏟起奇功。

作樂長灘開水岸，挖沙成洞似杯空。


淘浪滿填充。

"AT THE SEASIDE"

-- ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON (1850-1894)

When I was down by the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like an empty cup,

In every hole the sea came up

Till it could come no more.

When I was down by the sea 我在海濱的時候

"AT THE SEASIDE"

-- ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON  

(1850-1894)

When I was down by the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like an empty cup,
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.


"在海之濱"

作者：羅拔 路易斯 史蒂芬遜 (1850-1894)

譯者：羨魚

我在海濱的時候，
他們給我一把木鏟，
去掘開岸邊的沙子，
掘出多個洞，像空的杯子。
海水從中滲透出來，
直到洞子填得滿滿的。

老年人 黃沙映澈長流水 兩岸青葱翠 Dark brown is the river Golden is the sand

多謝一老年人："狂刀獨舞譜出佳作！"

《虞美人~ 船歸何處》一老年人

黃沙映澈長流水，  兩岸青葱翠。

泡波浮葉緊相隨，  知否吾舟何處可家歸？

磨坊漸遠沿河旅，  越谷穿山去。

一飄百里蕩悠悠，  自有小孩欣喜把船留。

"WHERE GO THE BOATS?"

-- ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON  (1850-1894)

Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand,

It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating --

Where will all come home?

On goes the river,

And out past the mill,

Away down the valley,

And away down the hill.

Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,

Other little children

Will bring my boats ashore.

船隊會駛到那裡呢? Dark brown is the river

"WHERE GO THE BOATS?"

-- ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON  (1850-1894)

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand,
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating --
Where will all come home?

On goes the river,
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
And away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Will bring my boats ashore.

"船隊會駛到那裡呢?"
作者：羅拔 路易斯 史蒂芬遜 (1850-1894)
譯者：羨魚

河水是深棕色，
沙子金黃 --
河水永遠地流，
兩岸都是樹木。

綠葉紛紛飄浮，
泡沫上的堡壘啊 --
我的船兒編隊正在河上廵戈。
它們會駛到那裡再聚在一起呢?

小河不斷地流，
流經磨坊，
穿過河谷，
向山下流去。

河水向下流去，
超過百哩以上，
其他的小孩子們
會把我的船兒拖回岸上。

老年人 心頭銘記英雄血 壯烈犧牲別 We remember those living and dead

謝謝 一老年人 中譯佳作!

《虞美人~ 陣亡將士紀念日》

一老年人 
.
心頭銘記英雄血，   壯烈犧牲別。

捨身取義殺成仁，   爭取自由為人民。
.

泰山輕重鴻毛比，   衡量人生死。

如何選擇費思量，   願作明燈引導究端詳。

"NOVEMBER 11: A DAY OF 

REMEMBRANCE"

 -- by  Frank C Yue

We remember those living and dead,

Whose uniforms were stained blood red,

Who gave of their lives freely,

So we may live in liberty.

Others suffered and gave so much;

Their valour and sacrifice are such --

The least we can do is never

Forget them and the fallen ones ever.

One's death either may be

Light as a feather,

Or heavy as a mountain.

What's your choice when you're going to 

die?

You may not want to decide -- 

"The Light, for the others to see --

O Let mine be a fountain

Of hope and inspiration!"  

THE LAND OF STORYBOOKS "故事書之鄉"

"THE LAND OF STORYBOOKS"
-- Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.

Now, with my little gun I crawl
All in the dark along the wall.
And follow round the forest track
Away from the sofa back.

There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read,
Till it is time to go to bed.

These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
 And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.

I see the others far away
As if in firelight camp they lay,
And I, like to and Indian scout,
About their party prowled about.

So, when nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of storybooks.

"故事書之鄉"
作者：羅拔 路易斯 史蒂芬遜 (1850-1894)
譯者：羨魚

黃昏時燈火已點亮了，
我爸媽圍著壁爐而坐，
他們坐著閒話家常，唱歌 --
而不會玩任何遊戲。

現在，拿著一把小長鎗，
我沿著黑暗的牆邊匍伏爬行，
然後跟蹤樹林的獸跡前進，
又繞過長長的沙發背後。

在別人窺見不透的漆黑夜晚，
我單獨臥在自己的獵營內，
跟著讀過的故事情節來玩耍，
直到要上床睡覺的時候。

這些山丘，這些樹叢，
盡是我的星夜獨自隱身處；
在那水流不斷的河畔，
更是雄獅嚎啕，聚集喝水之地。

我看到其他人在較遠處，
好像在營地煹火旁躺著；
我正想好像印第安探子一樣，
潛行到他們營幕附近。

因此，當保姆現身之時，
我就要從大海那邊折返家來。
在爬上床前，我再三回望，
我那塊親愛的"故事書之鄉"。

老年人 心頭銘記英雄血 壯烈犧牲別 We remember those living and dead

"NOVEMBER 11: A DAY OF REMEMBRANCE"

 -- by  Frank C Yue

We remember those living and dead,

Whose uniforms were stained blood red,

Who gave of their lives freely,

So we may live in liberty.

Others suffered and gave so much;

Their valour and sacrifice are such --

The least we can do is never

Forget them and the fallen ones ever.

One's death may either be

Light as a feather,

Or heavy as a mountain.

What's your choice when you're going to die?

You may not want to decide -- 

"The Light, for the others to see --

O Let mine be a fountain

Of hope and inspiration!"  

《虞美人~陣亡將士紀念日》一老年人 
.
心頭銘記英雄血，壯烈犧牲別。

捨身取義殺成仁，爭取自由為人民。

.
泰山輕重鴻毛比，衡量人生死。

如何選擇費思量，願作明燈引導究端詳。