The Kite 風(fēng)箏 Look, how that speck of beauty in a flash can reach the sky! A few flakes of color hold a pair of wings, the heart, adorned with a string of reds. 看，那一點(diǎn)美麗 會(huì)閃到天空！ 幾片顏色， 挾住雙翅， 心，綴一串紅。 It sways and shakes, going higher and higher, roaming at the sun's side, flickering in the great void, a small flake of a face, but don't you misjudge it, misjudge its strength, it knows its direction between heaven and earth! 飄搖，它高高的去， 逍遙在太陽邊 太空里閃 一小片臉， 但是不，你別錯(cuò)看了 錯(cuò)看了它的力量， 天地間認(rèn)得方向！ It is only a mere wisp, a speck of beauty like hope, like a dream, too, a long slender thread holding tight in the sky's vault, boundless— pushing it to dance ever higher and higher, moving, soaring like a white cloud. It knows what brings it to such heights is not itself but the wind, only the wind! 它只是 輕的一片， 一點(diǎn)子美 像是希望，又像是夢； 一長根絲牽住 天穹，渺?！?高高推著它舞去， 白云般飛動(dòng)， 它也猜透了不是自己， 它知道，知道是風(fēng)！