四十初度漫沉吟,历尽风云庆晚晴。岁月蹉跎成恨事,教耕哪敢计晨昏。这首小诗写于1978年,那正是浩劫刚过曙光初现的时候。诗写得不怎么样,但比较真实地道出了我当时的心境。古人说,三十而立,四十不惑。我稀里糊涂地混了四十年,历尽坎坷,不堪回首,岁月蹉跎,一事无成,岂非恨事。然毕竟侥幸 Forty years ago, it was a long and heavy one. Years became a thing of ignorance, teaching cultivators which dare to measure dawn. This poem was written in 1978. It was the time when the catastrophe had just dawned. Poems are not very well-written, but they tell my real mood. The ancients said that thirty stood and thirty forty. I have been confused for 40 years. I have gone through rough times. I can’t look back. After all, lucky