父亲 作者/柳洪涛 中文朗诵/张立民 英语翻译&朗诵 蘑菇

六谷子

https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/8pNhXgIP4HJX7_NYDkF5Ow


父亲

是一条小船

装着我儿时的欢乐

岁月的长河里  

一桨一桨

摇去日子的艰难

小船老旧的时候

我

驶进了宁静的港湾  



Father

Is a small boat

Filled with happiness of my childhood

In the river of time

One stroke by another

The paddle rows away the hardness of life

When the small boat is shabby

I

Sailed into the quiet harbor


父亲

是一辆牛车  

载着我缤纷的梦幻  

人生路上

一步一辙  

牛车破旧的时候

我

建起了美丽的家园  



Father

Is an ox cart

Carrying my colorful dreams

on the way of life

it left ruts every step it goes

when the ox cart is junk

I

built up a beautiful house


父亲

是一棵大树

放眼  

一枝一叶

写满了勤劳的诗篇  

大树变老的时候

我

有了遮风避雨的伞



Father

Is a big tree

Looking around

I see every branch and every leave

Full of poems about diligence

When the big tree is old

I

Have a umbrella keeping me away from wind and rain


父亲

是一部历史

白发中流露出沧桑

皱纹了珍藏着甘甜

勤劳智慧的双手

书写的

不仅仅是过去和今天

更是我的幸福和明天



Father

is a history

with vicissitude revealed from white hairs

Sweet is hidden inside his wrinkles

His industrious hands

Has written

Not only my days past and present

but also my days of happiness in the future


父亲老了

我长大了

我长大了

父亲却老了



Father is old

And I grow up

I grow up

But father is old

六谷子

父亲

是一条小船

装着我儿时的欢乐

岁月的长河里  

一桨一桨

摇去日子的艰难

小船老旧的时候

我

驶进了宁静的港湾  

六谷子

Father

Is a small boat

Filled with happiness of my childhood

In the river of time

One stroke by another

The paddle rows away the hardness of life

When the small boat is shabby

I

Sailed into the quiet harbor

六谷子

父亲

是一辆牛车  

载着我缤纷的梦幻  

人生路上

一步一辙  

牛车破旧的时候

我

建起了美丽的家园  

六谷子

Father

Is an ox cart

Carrying my colorful dreams

on the way of life

it left ruts every step it goes

when the ox cart is junk

I

built up a beautiful house

潘清色

品读佳作，问好诗友！

六谷子

父亲

是一棵大树

放眼  

一枝一叶

写满了勤劳的诗篇  

大树变老的时候

我

有了遮雨的伞

六谷子

Father

Is a big tree

Looking around

I see every branch and every leave

Full of poems about diligence

When the big tree is old

Have a umbrella keeping me away from wind and rain

六谷子

父亲
是一部历史
白发中流露出沧桑
皱纹了珍藏着甘甜
勤劳智慧的双手
书写的
不仅仅是过去和今天

六谷子

Father
is a history
with vicissitude revealed from white hairs
Sweet is hidden inside his wrinkles
His industrious hands
Has written
Not only my days past and present
but also my days of happiness in the future