笔记｜中洲节气贴(13)

But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?
— J. R. R. Tolkien, 「The Lord of the Rings」
我唱起树叶，金黄的树叶，金黄树叶萌芽生长;
我唱起风，随声而起的风，随声而起吹拂林间。比太阳更远，比月亮更远，白浪漂浮海上，
伊尔玛林的海滨，一棵金黄之树生长，
它粲然闪亮，在埃尔达玛，永暮之地的群星下，
在埃尔达玛，精灵之城提力安的墙旁。
漫漫岁月流逝，金黄树叶煌煌蓁蓁，
隔离之海的此岸，如今精灵泪水纷纷。啊，罗瑞恩！寒冬降临，这荒凉萧索的时日，
木叶落入激流，大河滔滔而逝。
啊，罗瑞恩！如此长久，我停驻此岸，
日渐黯淡的头冠，金色的埃拉诺绕缠。
若我此刻唱起航船，哪一艘将来到我身边？
哪一艘将带我返航，再次越过如此浩瀚洋面？
——托尔金，《魔戒》，卷二，第八章
小雪

The rime was yesterday even thicken and more fantastic. When a gleam of sun got through it was breathtakingly beautiful: trees like motionless fountains of white branching spray against a golden light and, high overhead, a pale translucent blue. It did not melt. About 11 p.m. the fog cleared and high round moon lit the whole scene with a deadly white light: a vision of some other world or time.