27.有的人——纪念鲁迅有感

Some people--Sensation in Memory of Lu Xun

There are people who live.

He is already dead;

There are people who are dead.

He is still alive.

 Some people

ride on the head of the people: "Ah, how great I am!"

There are those who

bend down to the people as cattle and horses.

There are those who

carve their names into stone, wanting to be "immortal";

There are those who

would like to be a weed, waiting for the fire to burn in the ground.

 Some people

He lives so that others cannot live;

There are those who

he lives for the betterment of the majority.

 He who rides on the head of the people

The people break him down;

He who works for the people as a cow and horse

The people remember him forever!

 He who carved his name into stone

The name rots sooner than the corpse;

Wherever the spring breeze blows

There is green weed everywhere.

He who lives that others may not live.

His fate can be seen;

He who lives for the betterment of the many.

The masses lift him up very, very high.