Champaign, 2025
我想停下来
静静欣赏半红的枫叶
再去小小的早餐店坐下
看窗外车来车往
我可以看书 写字
再拿起镜头
我已不习惯它的重量
假如有足够的时间
我就可以慢慢地完成
作业和论文
我本能欣赏它们的美
可我没有时间
我总是匆匆忙忙
原来
时间贫困是最大的贫困
I want to stop
To sit still with the half-red maple leaves
To find a small breakfast café
And watch the world pass by the window
I could read, I could write
I could lift my camera again
Though I’ve forgotten how heavy it feels
If I had time
I could take my time
With assignments, with papers
I could see the beauty in them
But there is no time
I’m always rushing
Now I understand:
Time poverty is the deepest poverty of all
Translation by Claude