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首先某国外blog链接,英文不好的可以无视了
http://www.pireze.org/blog/?p=879
以下正文,这外国人翻译中文的水平还不错...
Do you remember your youth? Along with the passing of years and the maturing of thoughts, those beautiful dreams, the simple joys are leaving us behind, step by step.
Within the boundless jungles, the Mayan Civilisation was obliterated; along the ancient Silk Road, the kingdom of Gao Chang vanished. Mankind’s progress is based on the disappearance of the old. Walking along this path, one thinks of the old saying "Spring flows away with falling flowers and water" and the sentiment "Life does not return to youth"…
After reading the above, what do you think? Please write an essay based on the phrase "path based on transience". Share the stories of you and your peers, express your true feelings, or push forward your viewpoints.
Loli has three good points: small body, soft waist, and easy to push over.
I write this essay for those nameless and named hikkikomori who ceaselessly struggle to retain their otaku status (0).
"Small failures do not matter; no matter what happens we’ll overcome it. No matter what my master wants, I will serve him with the words ‘Whatever you wish, master’…"
Without realising it, I thought of these melodious words. I also suddenly realised this was no time to rest, but somehow I stopped my pen, temporarily interrupting my eloquent writing.
"It’s…summer already."
The sun generously confirmed the flavour of summer, and I couldn’t help but sigh.
Indeed, it was summer already. It was already time for the lolis to use their adorable pink lips to suck and receive white juice, or perhaps to adorn themselves with a heavy mosaic bar(1).
The "genki" lolis will not be overcome by the hot arrows of the sun: they are always full of vitality. No matter if they are wearing navy one-piece swimsuits, or risking the sudden exposure of bear patterns under short skirts(2), their bodies always carry "moe" which burns brighter than the sun, attracting people’s eyes.
This.is.moe.season.
But…but, why is it at such a juncture, I am unable to resist the waves of loss which rise from the bottom of my heart?
Spring begets summer, summer begets fall, and fall begets winter. No matter how beautiful the flowers, there will come a day when they become fruits. Even more regretful, shy buds must burst into flower. Thusly, their short period of existence is enough to bring tears to our eyes.
A million year old shota once said, "Whenever a loli says ‘I don’t believe in fairies’, a fairy dies."(3)
The author did not continue writing.
Everytime a loli uses their no-longer tender voices to seriously say ‘I don’t believe in fairies’, their existence as a loli ends. A loli who loses her essence is like a flower which has blossomed, and withers visibly before our eyes.
It is unbearable to think that in the not-so-far future, lolis will become women who vulgarly shout "Screw the world, universal fraternity", or old hags who argue for half a day over the price of some vegetables.
Ah, you little lolis who used to have such beautiful laughter and radiated moe!
Flowers blossom, flowers fall. Every year, a group of lolis decay to become women, making the irreversible step toward becoming a teenage girl or housewife. Their exit, like the falling sakura, is a passing at the height of their splendour. So beautiful, but so heartbreaking. |
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