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艾青 《刈草的孩子》
夕阳把草原燃成通红了。
刈草的孩子无声地刈草，
低着头，弯曲着身子，忙乱着手，
从这一边慢慢地移到那一边……
草已遮没他小小的身子了——
在草丛里我们只看见：
一只盛草的竹篓，几堆草，
和在夕阳里闪着金光的镰刀……
英文译文
Boy Reaping
Ai Qing
The evening sun burns the entire plain scarlet.
The boy reaper reaps the grass in silence.
Head bent, body curled, bands quick with work;
From one side he slowly moves on to the other.
Grass buries his tiny body—
We see only, in the dense clumps of grass,
One bamboo basket, a few mounds of grass,
And in the evening sun, gold flashes off the sickle.
