以下文字的中文出自俺的一位好朋友 她（当时中央民族大学新闻系学生）于公元2004年秋怀着思恋而作 当时请俺（看得起俺）稍作翻译，俺于2005年3月1日前草草弄好 整理旧物时 翻阅起来 感觉不错 在跟原著本人打了招呼 得到默许 后 ，在此发表 ，谨以此怀念 ，并请各友人 不吝指教 ， 谢谢 ！ 祝大家 好运 ； 但愿人长久 千里共婵娟！ ：

不知道你能不能再次看到我的文字，就像我无法确定是否有给你写这封信的必要一样。

Dont know whether you can again see the word of my (hand-writting) text, just as the necessity that I cant make sure whether only for you or not to write this letter.

可是，我却无法找到一种更合适的方式发泄因你的不辞而别而带来的愤怒。

But, I cant however find out a more comfortable way to abreact because of your leaving without saying a word but exasperation that bring.

你又一次伤害了这个城市中那些关心着你的朋友们，你又一次让人感到失望了。 

You have again hurt those concerned friends of yours inside this city,and have got them disappointed again. 

我无法想象一个人悄悄地走要比一大群朋友的欢送好多少倍，但你却选择了前者。

I could extremely not imagine how much times better to leave alone & individually silently compared with friends sending off of a large group,but still you chose the former.

或许你以为这样可以给大家一个惊喜，或许你觉得这是英雄的举动，还或许你从来都自私得只顾及自己的感受。

Perhaps you thought this could give everybody a pleasant surprise,or maybe it was heroic action that you felt,and probably you had always been selfish enuogh to only have regard for own feelings.

我无话可说，我又怎么有资格再说些什么。 

I have got nothing to say, and what more can anyone else entitle me to speak. 

此时此刻的你，究竟在哪里，究竟在想些什么。 

At this time, where on earth now of you are staying,and what on earth now of you are thinking. 

小羚羊一直在为你偷偷走的事情赌气，至少他在和我说起这件事时是这样的。

Our "small antelope" has always been in anger with the affair of your slinkingly leave,at least he is when talking of this matter with me.

大家都猜测着你去了海峡那边的哪个城市。

Everybody all guessed that you had gone to some city off the straits.

我倒觉得无所谓，对于你这种狼心狗肺的家伙，就算陈尸大不列颠的街头，也没有人会怜惜的。

I pour to feel that this doesnt matter,for you,the guy of the kind within a heart of a beast, even though unfortunately die in the street of Britain,upon whom no one can feel any pity either.

既然你觉得别人在你的生活中都是多余，别人也就再没有必要去关心你的死活。 

Since the dead,which you feel the life of other people at you,is all redundant,thus other people can not take any necessary any longer to care whether you are still live. 

可是我却偏偏这么不争气，还给你写邮件。 

Nevertheless I am paltry giving up making a good showing,yet to write you this mail. 

无法体会你现在的感受，但我想一些来自母语文字的安慰可能会让你在异乡的校园感受到别样的温暖。

Cant entry your inner feels,but some literalness characters from your mother tongue,may act as the consolation to let you feel another warmth in strange campus of the foreign lands.

那里的十一月是怎样的季节，或者收获，或者播种，或者温暖，或者寒冷，或者在寂寥的林荫路上漫步，或者在午夜喧闹的酒馆里小饮……有一点想念，来自你曾经生活的这个城市，蔓延，蔓延。 

What season of November there is now, in harvest, or on sowing,becoming warm,or getting colder,as the environment of the desolate woods that best for stroll, or as the surroundings in a bar creating a nip with quarrellings at midnight …… A little yearn wells up, coming from the city that you had ever lived, spreading, and spreading. 

听到你走的消息，我没有任何诧异，只是伤心，为你的冷酷，为没能听到一声跳跃的“再见”。

Hearing your leaving news,there was not much surpriesd reflection on me, and just grieving, paly sad for your inexorability,and also for hearing nothing like a bouncing "Bye".

曾经去过机场，看飞机的起落，想你走的样子，想什么时候能看到你的归来。

Ever go to the airport, and see the planes taking off and landing on the ground,imagine your appearances when left,and even the manners when you return.

在等待，有心的，无心的，不仅仅因为爱，或者是失落了一个重心。 

At waiting,either minded or unintentional, not only because of the love, or just lost a center of gravity. 

城市里苍茫而浩瀚的人群中并不会因为少了你一个影子而变得散漫和凌乱，而我的生活却因为你静静的离开而变得有些不知所措。

The vast and extensive human crowd in the city have not become desultoriness & disorder,with the effect of only lost one shadow of you,but my life turns out to be out of my wits unluckily for your silent leave.

怎么会这样？

How come?

或许那种无形的气息上的隔断阻碍了我原本顺畅的呼吸。

The obstruction of invisible tinge blocked the original smooth of my breath.

不是吗，因为你真的走了，而且好远好远。 

Isnt it, because you have really gone, and whats more rather far. 

当你还在未名湖边漫步的时候，我可以感受到你的存在，在相同的城市，挽着你呼吸的脚步，悠荡悠荡。

When you walked by the lake of "WeiMing", I could feel the subsist of you, at the samecity, & linked your respiratory footstep, swinging and swinging.

没有电话，没有见面，可是感觉给了我触摸的窗口，让我透过城市上空漂浮的尘埃，感受你，告诉自己，你还在。

No telephone-call, and no meeting, but the sense offers me a window-way to touch & feel, which throughout the afloat dust above the city,lets me feel you,& tell myself: you still exist.

相信吗，真的有这样的一种魔力，在已经被你忽略了的女孩日渐瘦削的肩头，铭记着你的味道。

Do you believe, in the world there do be existing such kind of magic, on the shoulders,which has been gradually becoming thinner, of a ignored girl by you, engrave your body-flavour firmly in her mind.

可是今日，这魔力还没有跨越海峡的坚强，在失去了牵引的有雾的街头，游荡游荡。 

But today, this magic hasnt been strong enough to stride over the straits, in the tractive-lost & foggy street, gadding & gadding. 

想念，在忽而之间放肆地冲撞着我的灵魂；

Missing you,momentarily it collides with my soul;

很想你，而这样的想念却是纯粹和直白的。

Actually miss you, but it is pure & straight of those kind.

不怪你，因为每一个放飞自己去寻梦的男孩都该学会残忍。

I dont want to blame you,because,in my opinion,each boy putting flying himself to reach his dream should all learn to become cruel.

看着天空里那一片云，就如同凝望你的笑靥。

A cloud that i am staring at with fixed attention in the sky,is like your former smiling dimple.

善良的人总该为朋友的展翅而欢欣，我又怎么会再为如此一种渺小的失去而斤斤计较呢？

Any virtuous person is willing to cheer his friends on their spreading its wings for dreams,how could i haggle over every ounce upon such chickenshit lost?

当海风携着没有遗憾的期待飞跃陆地和海洋，深呼吸的瞬间，肺腑中是对你不变的爱和牵挂。 

When the regretless anticipation that the sea breeze carried over the land & the ocean, a moment about a deep breathing, there is filled of unchangeable & forever love & care for you from the bottom of my heart.  

又逢十一月，第六个认识你之后的生日。

Again we meet November in 2002AD,it is the sixth that birthday comes since i got to know you.

地球那一端的二十一岁，伴着舞台剧笃笃的皮鞋声，火车轰鸣而过的汽笛声，落叶的唰刷声，抽泣声，电话的忙音声，收音机的兹兹声，成长中的脚步声，道别声，心脏的跳跃声，匆忙而至。

The 21-year-old at the other edge of the earth,accompanying with the playing shoes sound from the stage of the living theater,the sound of the steam-whistle when a train is passing by, the sound of falling leaves,the sobbing voice,  the busy noise of telephone & radio,the tone of the growing-up footstep,the voice of saying good-bye,the beating tone of the heart,hurry up.

没有商量，看似突然，实则如约。

There is no discussion in advance,seemingly suddenly,when it truely turns up as if according to an appointment.

北京寒冷、多情而浪漫的十一月，惦念你。 

The November of cold, amorous as well as romantic here in Beijing,think of you. 

生日快乐，这个世界上我最深爱的男人。

Happy birthday,man,whom i love most deeply in the world.

请再一次原谅我的直白，因为距离也同样可以给我勇气。

Please forgive my telling the truth directly,dramatically for the distance can also give me courage to do so.

当风驰电掣般的想念和心痛转化为一句最柔情的问候的时候，想告诉你，我，爱你，理解你，支持你，等待你。 

While the thinking swifting as the wind and lightning & heartburn transfer to a most  con amore greeting,i want to inform you that i, love you,understand you,support you, and wait you, for ever . 

请永远不要放弃朋友，不要放弃我。

Please never abandon friends ,  and also me included.

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