<p class="ql-block">我不是七月的孩子，我诞生于一月的寒冬。没有茉莉花的芬芳，也没有红罂粟的热烈，只有那迎风而立的梅花，在雪中傲然绽放。妈妈为我取的小名，便是‘雪梅’。无论我们出生于哪个月，都应：背着幻梦，把生命的轮舞跳完！😊🌹❤️</p> <p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">《七月的孩子》</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18px;">Children of July </span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;">赫尔曼·黑塞</p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:18px;">Hermann Hesse </span></p><p class="ql-block" style="text-align:center;"></p><p class="ql-block">We children, born in July,</p><p class="ql-block">我们，七月里出生的孩子，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Love the scent of the white jasmine,</p><p class="ql-block">喜爱白茉莉花的清香，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">We wander along beside blooming gardens,</p><p class="ql-block">我们沿着繁茂的花园游逛，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Silent and lost in deep dreams.</p><p class="ql-block">静静地耽于沉重的梦里。</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Our brother is the scarlet poppy,</p><p class="ql-block">大红的罂粟花是我们的同胞，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">That burns in flickering shivers</p><p class="ql-block">In the wheat-fields and upon the hot stone walls;</p><p class="ql-block">它在麦田里、灼热的墙上，</p><p class="ql-block">闪烁着颤巍巍的红光，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Then the wind scatters its petals.</p><p class="ql-block">然后，它的花瓣被风刮掉。</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Like a night in July, dream-laden, our life</p><p class="ql-block">Wishes to complete its roundelay,</p><p class="ql-block">我们的生命也如七月之夜，</p><p class="ql-block">背负着梦幻，渴望跳完它的圆舞，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">Yielding to dreams and to fervent harvest festivals</p><p class="ql-block">热衷于梦想和热烈的收获节，</p><p class="ql-block"></p><p class="ql-block">With wreaths of wheat and red poppies in hand.</p><p class="ql-block">手中握着麦穗与红罂粟的花环。</p>