有些人走了，卻永遠(yuǎn)活在我們心中。有些人還活著，卻和死去沒(méi)什么兩樣。
Some people go, will always live in our hearts. Some people still alive and dead, but no two.
明日既是端午，坐在這柒黑的夜里，總覺(jué)得應(yīng)該寫(xiě)點(diǎn)什么。如果這份心事不能影印成文字，此情何以堪。
Tomorrow is the dragon boat, sitting in the darkness of the night, always feel that I should write something. If the mind can not copy text, I can stand.
我想中國(guó)的文學(xué)應(yīng)是從詩(shī)經(jīng)離騷開(kāi)始傳遞的，中國(guó)的歷史也應(yīng)是從屈原之前后的春秋戰(zhàn)國(guó)開(kāi)始記憶的，中國(guó)的詩(shī)人更是從屈夫子抱石投江以后開(kāi)始覺(jué)醒的。
I think the Chinese literature should be started from the book of Sao passed, Chinese history is from Qu Yuan before and after the spring and autumn began to memory, Chinese poet is from Qu Fuzi Jiang bouldering vote began awakening.
話(huà)說(shuō)中國(guó)歷史長(zhǎng)河如滔滔江水般流過(guò)了多少英雄豪杰，又有多少絕代佳人才杰如繁星閃爍般在不同時(shí)段的空間，照耀著我們中國(guó)五千年的歲月。可又有幾人能在時(shí)光流失后，能在光芒散盡后，依然閃爍在歲月的星空永不凋落。
The long history of Chinese words like surging river flows through many outstanding figures, and how much be unequaled in beauty to Jie such as blinking stars like in different time space, shining on us China five thousand years. But few people can in time, can in the light goes out, still flashing in the years of the stars never litter.
屈夫子你是走了，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)的逃離了這個(gè)塵世，懷著滿(mǎn)腹的經(jīng)綸與對(duì)塵世的絕望，化身為魚(yú)，從此流離于江河之畔嬉戲在水之央。
Qu Fu Zi you are gone, far fled the earth, with full of the world economy and the despair, the embodiment of the fish, from exile in the rivers of the central bank playing in the water.
我們?cè)谛┖髞?lái)人，我們這些心竅未開(kāi)的凡夫俗子只能仰天長(zhǎng)望，只能對(duì)著湍湍不息的河流長(zhǎng)嘆。逝者如斯夫，古今有幾人。
We in the later one, we ordinary people can only look up the understanding not only to look, Tuan Tuan endless rivers sigh. It passes like this. The husband, and a few people.
或許，你的離去，你那凄愴而絕美的一跳是精心算計(jì)的。如果，沒(méi)有你毅然的離去，又怎能空生出一個(gè)不朽的節(jié)日。這是我們后來(lái)人對(duì)你的祭奠，這是我們后生對(duì)你最最崇高的膜拜。詩(shī)人的靈魂總是不朽的，那怕是瓦屋化歸塵土，書(shū)本滄老成灰燼，而你忠貞的靈魂是永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)沒(méi)落的。
Perhaps, you leave, your sad and stunning jump is calculated. If not, you decided to leave, how empty give birth to an immortal holiday. This is our later for your sacrifice, this is for your worship us the most noble. The poet's soul is immortal, even the tile roofs of return to dust, books Cang old ashes, and your faithful soul will never fall.
也許，只有悲劇最動(dòng)人心腸，只有悲劇才最恒久，生命的光芒只有以悲劇而告終時(shí)最輝煌。想起了我們凡世的張國(guó)榮縱身一跳，豈不也是絕美的劇終。把最后最美的劇點(diǎn)定格在最輝煌的時(shí)候，總好過(guò)年華漸老時(shí)人比黃花瘦時(shí)的凄然落幕。就在生命的潮頭謝幕吧，讓所有的美麗開(kāi)過(guò)后，給這個(gè)世界一個(gè)完美的背影，輕悄悄的離去吧。
Perhaps, only the tragedy of the most touching heart, only tragedy was the most long-lasting, the light of life ended in tragedy when only the most brilliant. Think of our earthly Leslie Cheung jumped, not the beautiful curtain. The last play the most beautiful fixed point in the most glorious time, always have the Spring Festival China gradually when old people than the thin yellow when the sad ending. In the life the highest tide over it, and all the beautiful open after, give the world a perfect figure, quietly leave.
或許，生命就該以悲劇告終，人生應(yīng)在最光芒時(shí)謝幕。
Perhaps, the life should be ended in tragedy, life should respond to a curtain call in the light.
你走了
You go
輕飄飄的跳進(jìn)了河里
Light jumped into the river
卻從此游入了
But since then, swim into the
我們后輩的夢(mèng)里
Our younger generation to dream.
你走了
You go
或許不曾揮手
Perhaps never waved
不曾帶走一片云彩
Never take away a piece of clouds
抱著的只是河畔沉寂了千年的石頭
Hold only the river silent Millennium stone
石頭呀
The stone.
你何其有幸
You are lucky
竟與一顆偉大得不朽的靈魂
As a great immortal soul
終生同眠
Lifelong lie
你走了
You go
懷著一顆絕望的心而去
Go with a desperate heart
從此，
Since then,
不再給我們文字
Don't give us the text
不再指引我們前行的方向
No longer guide us forward in the direction of
你走了
You go
還有誰(shuí)來(lái)為我們吟唱九歌
Who else for us to sing songs
你走了
You go
還有誰(shuí)能再續(xù)離騷
Who else can renew Lisao
你走了
You go
還有誰(shuí)可以續(xù)寫(xiě)詩(shī)經(jīng)
Who can write the book of songs
走吧，你輕輕的走吧
Come on, you gently away.
我們會(huì)拾起你的書(shū)卷
We will pick up your book
吟唱著你的詩(shī)歌
Sing your song
一路踏歌而行
All the way from it
生命總有一天要老去的
Life there will be a day old
人生最終需要謝幕的
The life final curtain call
總會(huì)有那么一天
There will always be a day
我會(huì)跟隨著你的腳印
I will follow your footsteps
