晚上，灯下。</P>

庄小维拿出一张纸，上面写着一首名诗《当你老了》。</P>

庄小维说：“现有的各种翻译，我都不很满意，这是我博采众家之长，鼓捣出的版本！”</P>

舒婧和庄小维并肩而坐，笑了：“小维，你一高四学生，大言不惭啊！”</P>

“舒婧姐，你且看看！”</P>

纸上有着中文与英文：</P>

【当你老了，头发白了，睡意昏沉，</P>

你在炉火旁打盹，取下这本书，慢慢读，</P>

回想起你双眸里曾有的温柔，</P>

回想起你目光中深含的怜愁；</P>

多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰，</P>

爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心，</P>

只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，</P>

爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；</P>

炉火红光闪耀，你弯下了腰，</P>

你带着浅浅的忧伤喃喃低语，</P>

爱情是怎样逝去，怎样远上群山，</P>

又怎样在星星之间藏住了脸庞。</P>

when you are old and grey and full of sleep,</P>

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,</P>

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look</P>

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;</P>

how many loved your moments of glad grace,</P>

And loved your beauty with love false or true,</P>

but one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,</P>

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;</P>

And bending down beside the glowing bars,</P>

murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled</P>