2026-09-28 National Good Neighbor Day

【The Old Woman and the Statue-IV (1936)】

Wallace Stevens (1879—1955)

        The mass of stone collapsed to marble hulk,

        Stood stiffly, as if the black of what she thought

        Conflicting with the moving colors there

        Changed them, at last, to its triumphant hue,

        Triumphant as that always upward wind

        Blowing among the trees its meaningless sound.

        The space above the trees might still be bright

        Yet the light fell falsely on the marble skulls,

        Manes matted of marble across the air, the light

        Fell falsely on the matchless skeletons,

        A change so felt, a fear in her so known,

        Now felt, now known as this. The clouds of bronze

        Slowly submerging in flatness disappeared.

        If the sky that followed, smaller than the night,

        Still eked out luminous wrinklings on the leaves,

        Whitened, again, forms formless in the dark,

        It was as if transparency touched her mind.

        The statue stood in stars like water-spheres,

        Washed over by their green, their flowing blue.

        A mood that had become so fixed it was

        A manner of the mind, a mind in a night

        That was whatever the mind might make of it,

        A night that was that mind so magnified

        It lost the common shape of night and came

        To be the sovereign shape in a world of shapes.

        A woman walking in the autumn leaves,

        Thinking of heaven and earth and of herself

        And looking at the place in which she walked,

        As a place in which each thing was motionless

        Except the thing she felt but did not know.

—— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • —— • ——

【《老妇人与雕像》之四(1936)】

华莱士·史蒂文斯“异乡人·花环”(1879生—1955卒)

【红译】

            巨石坍塌成大理石残骸，

            僵硬地立着，仿佛她所想的黑色

            与那里流动的色彩相冲突，

            最终将其染成胜利的色调，

            像那永远向上的风，

            在林间回荡着无意义的声响。

            树梢之上的天空或许依然明亮，

            可光线虚妄地落在大理石颅骨上，

            落在空中纠结的大理石鬃毛上，

            落在那些绝世的骨架上；

            一种深刻的变迁，一种她熟知的恐惧，

            此刻感受，此刻知晓。青铜色的云霭

            缓缓沉入平坦之中，消失不见。

            如果随后出现的天空，比夜还小，

            却仍在叶上泛起闪烁的褶皱，

            把黑暗中的无形之物重新染白，

            仿佛透明触动了她的心智。

            雕像伫立在如水球般的星辰之中，

            荡涤在那抹绿意与流动的蔚蓝里。

            一种心境已凝固成

            心智的一种姿态，一种处在夜中的心智——

            而这夜是心智所能造就的任何东西，

            是被如此放大的心智，以至于

            失去了夜的寻常形状，成为

            形之世界中的主宰。

            一位女子漫步于秋叶之中，

            想着天堂、大地与自身，

            凝视着她行走的这片天地，

            仿佛这里万物静止，

            除了她所感知却并不知晓的东西。

【注】以前我也总羡慕那些看起来风光的人。他们好像什么都来得容易——职位、财富、被簇拥的生活。直到我读到弘一法师的话：普通人不要刻意去求大富贵，大富贵往往也伴随着大劫难。倘若财富骤然降临，阅历不够、德行浅薄，是接不住这份福报的。那一刻我才明白，你看见的拥有，只是它露出水面的部分；你看不见的失去，才是它沉在水下的根基。命中若有馈赠，暗处必有抽离。

相反，那些一步一个脚印积攒起来的生活，看似慢，却稳妥。你在积累财富的过程里，也在积累认知和心量。你学会如何对待得失，也学会在拥有时保持清醒。这样的节奏，不会让你一夜翻盘，但会让你稳稳地站在自己挣来的位置上。当福报真正到来时，你接得住它——不是因为你等到了那个时刻，而是因为你已经在通往它的路上，走过了足够长的时间，逐渐学会了如何与它相处。

如今我依旧佩服人之所能、财之所聚，但已深悟人各有运，富贵在天。那些看似风光的人，未必真的比我轻松——命运从不单独给予，它在暗处也取走相应的分量。日子终究是过给自己的，而我渐渐靠近那种“小富即安”的状态，觉得这大概就是细水长流的福气：不被贪婪拖累，也不被匮乏压垮，安稳、踏实、不慌张。我学着在自己的节奏里，把能力安放到它该处的位置。在每一笔丰盈的收获中感受生活的节律，在每一次平稳的呼吸里确认自己把持合适的速度成长。那些看似平淡的积累，正以它们自己的方式，慢慢成为我能接住的福气——不急，也不躲，刚刚好够我稳当地站在自己挣来的位置上。

Today in History(历史上的今天):

2014 Fiery Dinner @ Bamboo Szechuan(初中一年级·蜀苑麻辣晚宴)

小学五年级·大费城地区中秋文艺晚会(2013 Mid-Autumn Concert)

2010: 小学二年级·24点扑克牌游戏(2010 Math24 Card Game)

Mt Changbai over the Tumen River, White Pumice Stones & Year-round Snow on the Upper Peaks

(隔图们上江遥望白色浮石与终年积雪的长白山顶 05-16-1986)

A Gift in Your Destiny in a Digital Fantasy Realism Style, Deeply Influenced by Traditional East Asian Mythology

(《命中若有馈赠》·呈现数字奇幻写实风格，并深受东亚传统神话影响)

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