那个老丑角是一路翻着筋斗出来的,一直到空场的中心,纹丝不动地竖个蜻蜓倒立着。谁知道他用全力忍着喘息,谁知道他通体都打着抖,谁知道他的血是从脚跟向头上流?谁知道他的心悬着,像秋风里悬着的落叶?谁知道他几十年的岁月中看厌了人类,情愿忍着辛苦倒立着,把人们翻一个身来观看?他看到人们都像他似的倒悬着。人们鼓着掌。美女飞出来了,马奔驰着。海豹顶着圆球出来了。象打着喷嚏。狮子在电棒下吼着团团转。 The old harlequin was all the way out of the struggle, has been to the empty center, standing vertical dragonfly stood upright. Who knows he tried to endure wheezing, who knows he is shaking all the body, who knows his blood is flowing from the heel to the head? Who knows his heart hanging, like autumn leaves falling? Who knows how much he Decades of years tired of looking mankind, willing to endure hard to stand up, turn the people one by one to watch? He saw people like him hanging upside down. People clap their hands Beauty flew out, the horse galloping. The seal came out of the ball. Like sneezing. The lion roared around the electric baton.