卞之琳 《记录》

现在又到了灯亮的时候，
我喝了一口街上的朦胧，
倒象清醒了， 伸一个懒腰，
挣脱了多么沉重的白日梦。

从远处送来了一声“晚报！”
我吃了一惊， 移乱了脚步，
丢开了一片皱折的白纸：
去吧， 我这个一天的记录！

Record
Bian Zhilin

Time to light the lamps again.
A draught of street mist
Seems to sober me up; stretching lazily
I shake off my heavy daydream load.

From afar comes the cry, “Evening News!”
I run in disarray,
Throw down my crumpled scrape of paper:
Off with you, record of my entire day!