★你微微地笑着，不同我说什么话。而我觉得，为了这个，我已等待得久了。
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long。
★人不能在他的历史中表现出他自己，他在历史中奋斗着露出头角。
Man does not reveal himself in his history， he struggles up through it。
★完全为了对不全的一爱一，把自己装饰得美丽。
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect。
★错误经不起失败，但是真理却不怕失败。
Wrong cannot afford defeat but Right can。
★这寡独的黄昏，幕着雾与雨，我在我的心的孤寂里，感觉到它的叹息。
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain。
★我想起了浮泛在生与一爱一与死的川流上的许多别的时代，以及这些时代之被遗忘，我便感觉到离开尘世的自一由了。
I think of other ages that floated upon the stream of life and love and death and are forgotten， and I feel thefreedom of passing away。
★只管走过去，不必逗留着采了花朵来保存，因为一路上花朵自会继续开放的。
Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them， but walk on，for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way。
★思想掠过我的心上，如一群野鸭飞过天空。我听见它们鼓翼之一声了。
Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky。I hear the voice of their wings。
★谁如命运似的催着我向前走呢？那是我自己，在身背后大跨步走着。
Who drives me forward like fate？The Myself striding on my back。
★我们把世界看错了，反说它欺骗我们。
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us。
★人对他自己建筑起堤防来。
Man barricades against himself。
★使生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn lea一ves。
★我们的欲一望把彩虹的颜色借给那只不过是云雾的人生。
Our desire lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and vapours of life。
★Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away。 And yellow lea一ves of autumn， which ha一ve no songs， flutter and fall there with a sigh。
夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麼可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。