都会长大，像树一样

小时候，总是渴望长大；长大后，却希望回到小时候。那时候，坐在泥土里把玩着折下来的小树枝，也可以笑得很大声很大声……随着年龄的增长，我们看过越来越多的风景，世界变得越来越丰富多彩，可是却少了孩提时那份单纯美好的快乐。童年，对于大人来说不仅仅是回忆，也是一种向往。

《Playthings - Rabindranath Tagore

玩具 - 拉宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔》

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.

孩子，你真是快活呀！一早晨坐在泥土里，耍着折下来的小树枝儿。

I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.

我微笑着看你在那里耍弄那根折下来的小树枝儿。

I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.

我正忙着算账，一小时一小时在那里加叠数字。

Perhaps you glance at me and think, ‘What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!’

也许你在看我，心想：“这种好没趣的游戏，竟把你一早晨的好时间浪费掉了！”

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud - pies.

孩子，我忘了聚精会神玩耍树枝与泥饼的方法了。

I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.

我寻求贵重的玩具，收集金块与银块。

With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.

你呢，无论找到什么便去做你的快乐的游戏；我呢，却把我的时间与力气都浪费在那些我永不能得到的东西上。

In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

我在我的脆薄的独木船里挣扎着，要航过欲望之海，竟忘了我也是在那里做游戏了。