主呵,是时候了。夏天盛极一时。把你的阴影置于日晷上,让风吹过牧场。让枝头最后的果实饱满;再给两天南方的好天气,催它们成熟,把最后的甘甜压进浓酒。谁此时没有房子,就不必建造,谁此时孤独,就永远孤独,就醒来,读书,写长长的信,在林荫路上不停地徘徊,落叶纷飞。———里尔克: Lord, it is time. Summer sunshine moment. Put your shadow on the sundial and let the wind blow over the ranch. Let the last fruit full of branches; give two days of good weather in the south, urging them to mature, the final sweet pressure into strong wine. Whoever does not have a house at this time does not have to be built. At this time, when he is lonely and alone, he wakes up, reads a book and writes long letters. He keeps hovering on the tree-lined road and leaves deciduous. --- Rilke: