再别康桥

sweetspot

徐志摩
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轻轻的我走了，
　正如我轻轻的来；
我轻轻的招手，
3 Y6 t) C% _# F2 H1 U　作别西天的云彩。

7 d2 V1 q; U7 [那河畔的金柳
　是夕阳中的新娘
波光里的艳影，
　在我的心头荡漾。

! `* @! l; i) h8 I5 O# }1 j软泥上的青荇，
. |/ A) J  ?  @8 U) O2 h　油油的在水底招摇；
在康河的柔波里，
　我甘心做一条水草
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那树荫下的一潭，
　不是清泉，是天上虹
" D" B/ X- M$ N, D& j4 v揉碎在浮藻间，
　沉淀着彩虹似的梦。
/ Y+ t; Q# B- Z9 }8 U; x0 D寻梦？撑一支长篙，
　向青草更青处漫溯，
! U& N. E# r9 L& E满载一船星辉，
5 m' z. Q. ~# P9 Q- p: T# `- T/ n　在星辉斑斓里放歌
但我不能放歌，
/ X# i, r% _2 q" A: M) N) H. Y7 W' |　悄悄是别离的笙箫；
夏虫也为我沉默，
　沉默是今晚的康桥！
6 p4 j# B: B$ M* c; P悄悄的我走了，
' F; n( F4 G" a1 u, i1 W　正如我悄悄的来；
4 v! m. ]# n+ s我挥一挥衣袖，
　不带走一片云彩。

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Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again
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Very quietly I take my leave
1 f% H" O2 Z- a/ `9 eAs quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
0 g. ?- R, a1 e9 G1 z7 OTo the rosy clouds in the western sky.
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The golden willows by the riverside
& e; r3 G& h& w' f& l- V; M0 e9 H" nAre young brides in the setting sun;
/ m6 p3 W$ R& m2 I4 u' n  ITheir reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.

1 W4 X2 Q/ `. ~& aThe floating heart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!

1 P% t2 c+ r, TThat pool under the shade of elm trees
1 X0 A, ~3 m( q& x- X3 Z1 ?Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
5 e9 n) H& F1 r% KShattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
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To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
7 d# Z* I; H, g0 O" N; ETo where the green grass is more verdant;
  r' b# t5 g" O# k1 }# `1 TOr to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
8 a: H2 l" {% X! L4 {7 Z) P; TAnd sing aloud in the splendour of starlight.

% g6 R, y3 l' jBut I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
( O$ Y% |9 n* u& l* u- vEven summer insects keep silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
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) g  {- t7 c2 m$ v7 Y) g0 _* j  aVery quietly I take my leave
% s% D+ {8 Q) ^7 |* vAs quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away