鲁迅 《自嘲》

　　运交华盖欲何求，

　　未敢翻身已碰头。

　　破帽遮颜过闹市，

　　漏船载酒泛中流。

　　横眉冷对千夫指，

　　俯首甘为孺子牛。

　　躲进小楼成一统，

　　管他冬夏与春秋。

　　A Satire on Myself

　　Lu Xun

　　Born under an unlucky star,

　　What could I do?

　　Afraid to turn a somersault,

　　Still my head received a blow.

　　My face hidden under a torn hat,

　　I cross the busy market.

　　Carrying wine in a leaking boat,

　　I sail downstream.

　　Eyebrows raised, coldly confronting

　　Accusing fingers of a thousand bullies.

　　Yet with my head bowed,

　　I’ll be an ox for children.

　　Secluded in my small attic,

　　I’ll enjoy my solitary state.

　　Who cares if it’s winter or summer?

　　Who cares if it’s autumn or spring?