但是太阳，他每时每刻都是夕阳也都是旭日。当他熄灭着走下山去收尽苍凉残照之际，正是他在另一面燃烧着爬上山巅布散烈烈朝辉之时。那一天，我也将沉静着走下山去，扶着我的拐杖。有一天，在某一处山洼里，势必会跑上来一个欢蹦的孩子，抱着他的玩具。
当然，那不是我。
但是，那不是我吗？
宇宙以其不息的欲望将一个歌舞炼为永恒。这欲望有怎样一个人间的姓名，大可忽略不计。
史铁生 《我与地坛》，1991
FW translation to follow.
But the sun is rising and setting at all times. The moment it sinks behind a mountain, extinguishing and retracting its desolate afterglow, is the same moment it rises to the top of another mountain, scattering its brilliant morning rays. One day, I too will descend the mountain calmly, leaning on my cane. One day, in some mountain hollow, a joyous child is bound to come running up, holding his toys.
Of course, that is not me.
Still, is that not me?
The Universe, with its never-ending longing, smelts a dance into Eternity. What worldly name we assign to this Longing, is but insignificant.
Yourong Frank Wang 