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赞802.16e（诗一首）原来技术可以和文学结合？
作者：闫跃龙 人气：
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发布时间：2006-08-25 00:43:22
挑战3G的802.16e标准正在争夺之中，国外有人写了一首赞802.16e的诗歌，看来技术是可以抒情的。有雅兴的人是否可以翻译成中文？
- A stick a stone, it’s the end of the road,
it’s the rest of the stump, it’s a little alone
it’s a sliver of glass, it is life, it’s the sun,
it is night ,it is death, it’s a trap, it’s a gun.
the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,
the knot in the wood, the song of the thrush.
the wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.
it’s the wind blowing free. it’s the end of a slope.
it’s a beam, it’s a void, it’s a hunch, it’s a hope.
and the riverbank talks of the water of march.
it’s the end of the strain, it’s the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground, the flesh, the bone,
the beat of the road, a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash, a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet, the range of the bow.
the bed of the well, the end of the line,
the dismay in the face, it’s a loss, it’s a find.
a spear, a spike, a point, a nail,
a drip, a drop, the end of the tale.
a truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,
the shot of a gun, in the dead of the night.
a mile, a must, a thrust, a bump.
it’s a girl, it’s a rhyme, it’s the cold, it’s the mumps.
the plan of the house, the body in bed,
the car that got stuck, it’s the mud, it’s the mud.
a float, a drift, a flight, a wing,
a hawk, a quail, the promise of spring.
and the riverbanks talks of the waters of march.
it’s the promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart,
a snake, a stick, it is john, it is joe,
it’s a thorn in your hand, and a cut on your toe.
a point, a grain, a bee, a bite,
a blink, a buzzard, the sudden stroke of night.
a pin, a needle, a sting, a pain,
a snail, a riddle, a weep, a stain.
a pass in the mountains. a horse, a mule,
in the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue.
and the riverbanks talks of the waters of march.
it’s the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.
a stick, a stone, the end of the load,
the rest of the stump, a lonesome road.
a sliver of glass, a life, the sun,
a night, a death, the end of the run
and the riverbank talks of the waters of march.
it’s the end of all strain it’s the joy in your heart. 休 闲 居 编 辑