伊人耳朵SPA/一分钟耳朵SPA

曰：“隐娘初被尼挈，不知行几里。及明，至大石穴之嵌空

，数十步寂无居人。猿狖极多，松萝益邃。已有二女，亦各十岁，皆聪明婉丽，不食，能于峭壁上飞走，若捷猱登木，无有蹶失

。尼与我药一粒，兼令长执宝剑一口，长二尺许，锋利吹毛可断，令剸逐

二女攀缘，渐觉身轻如风。一年后，刺猿猱，百无一失。后刺虎豹，皆决其首而归。三年后，能飞，使刺鹰隼

，无不中。剑之刃渐减五寸，飞禽遇之，不知其来也。至四年，留二女守穴，挈我于都市，不知何处也，指其人者，一一数其过，曰：‘为我刺其首来，无使知觉。定其胆，若飞鸟之容易也。’受以羊角匕首，刀广三寸，遂白日刺其人于都市，人莫能见。以首入囊，返主人舍，以药化之为水。五年，又曰：‘某大僚有罪，无故害人若干，夜可入其室，决其首来。’又携匕首入室，度其门隙，无有障碍。伏之梁上，至瞑，持得其首而归。尼大怒：‘何太晚如是？’某云：‘见前人戏弄一儿，可爱，未忍便下手。’尼叱曰：‘已后遇此辈，先断其所爱，然后决之。’某拜谢。尼曰：‘吾为汝开脑后，藏匕首而无所伤。用即抽之。’曰：‘汝术已成，可归家。’遂送还，云：‘后二十年，方可一见。’”

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances.

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

全世界是个舞台，

男男女女不过戏子而已；

他们上场下场各有其时。

每个人一生扮演许多角色，

他的戏共有七幕。首先是婴儿，

在奶妈的怀里又哭又吐。

然后是哀鸣的学童，拎着书包，

脸蛋明亮如清晨，像蜗牛爬行一般

不情不愿地上学。之后是情人，

如火炉般叹着气，以哀伤的曲调

颂赞他情人的眉毛。之后是军人，

满嘴外国学来的脏话，豹子般的胡髭，

十分爱惜荣誉，动不动就吵架，

甚至到炮口里追求

那泡沫般的名气。然后是法官，

圆滚滚的肚子塞满肥嫩的阉鸡，

目光严肃，胡须修剪整齐，

一出口就是格言和老生常谈。

这是他的角色。第六幕转成

穿拖鞋、干巴巴的老头儿，

鼻上架着眼镜，腰间挂着钱袋；

年轻时的长裤，留到如今，套上萎缩的

小腿，宽大得不像样；雄浑的嗓门

回到了孩童时的尖细声音，

像风笛，像吹哨。最后的一幕，

要终结这多彩多姿的一生传奇，

乃是第二度婴儿期，失去记忆，

没牙齿，没眼睛，没味觉，啥都没了。

或许我可用夏日把你来比方，

但你比夏日更可爱也更温良。

夏风狂作常摧落五月的娇蕊，

夏季的期限也未免还不太长。

有时天眼如炬人间酷热难当，

但转瞬金面如晦，云遮雾障。

每一种美都终究会凋残零落，

难免见弃于机缘与天道无常。

但你永恒的夏季却不会终止，

你优美的形象也永不会消亡，

死神难夸口说你身陷其罗网，

只因你借我诗行可长寿无疆。

只要人眼能看，人口能呼吸，

我诗必长存，使你万世留芳。

我是如此的单独而完整

在多少个清晨

我独自冒着冷

去薄霜铺地的林子里

为听鸟语 为盼朝阳

寻泥土里渐次苏醒的花草

但春信不至 春信不至

我是如此的单独而完整

在无数个夜晚

我独自顶着冷风

伫立在老橘树下的桥头

只为听一曲夜莺的哀歌

我倚暖了石栏上的青苔

青苔凉透了我的心坎

但夜莺不来 夜莺不来

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。

秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

that you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,

Its ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the same distressful tears of farewell-

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man’s days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

A friend walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

别人都走开的时候，朋友仍与你在一起

Sometimes in life, you find a special friend, someone who changes your life just being part of it; Someone who makes you laugh until you can’t stop; Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world; Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

有时候在生活中，你会找到一个特别的朋友; 他只是你生活中的一部分内容，却能改变你整个的生活。 他会把你逗得开怀大笑；他会让你相信人间有真情。他会让你确信，真的有一扇不加锁的门，在等待着你去开启。

This is forever friendship.

这就是永远的友谊。

When you’re down, and the world seems dark and empty, your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full; Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times.

当你失意，当世界变得黯淡与空虚，你真正的朋友会让你振作起来，原本黯淡、空虚的世界顿时变得明亮和充实。你真正的朋友会与你一同度过困难、伤心和烦恼的时刻。

If you turn and walk away, your forever friend follows; If you lose your way, your forever friend guides you and cheers you on; Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be ok.

你转身走开时， 真正的朋友会紧紧相随， 你迷失方向时， 真正的朋友会引导你，鼓励你。真正的朋友会握着你的手，告诉你一切都会好起来的。

And if you find such friend, you feel happy and complete, because you need no worry, you have a forever friend for life, and forever has no end.

如果你找到了这样的朋友， 你会快乐，觉得人生完整， 因为你无需再忧虑。你拥有了一个真正的朋友，永永远远，永无止境。

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window

the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun

burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched

in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?

Who else was there?

Saying what?

Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly

when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight

and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings

toward the twilight erasing statues.