水墨画

天空一片灰暗，没有丝毫的日光。
海水的蓝色浓得惊人，舐岸的微波吐出群鱼喋噏的声韵。
这是暴风雨欲来时的先兆。
海中的岛屿和乌木的雕刻一样静凝着了。
我携着中食的饭匣向沙岸上走来，在一只泊系着的渔舟里面坐着。
一种淡白无味的凄凉的情趣——我把饭匣打开，又闭上了。
回头望见松原里的一座孤寂的火葬场。红砖砌成的高耸的烟囱口上，冒出了一笔灰白色的飘忽的轻烟……

An Inkwash Painting

The sky was a sheet of murky grey, completely devoid of sunlight.
The sea was a ghastly dark blue. The gentle waves licking at the shore gave forth a humming sound like that of fish in shoals.
All that foreboded a storm.
Some isles in the sea stood quiet and still like ebony sculptures.
I walked towards the sandy beach carrying my lunch-box and then sat inside a fishing boat moored at the seashore.
What an insipid and dreary scene! I opened the lunch-box only to have it covered up again.
Looking back, I caught sight of a lonely crematorium looming out of a pine wood. Its towering red-brick chimney was giving off wisps of greyish smoke.


《水墨画》是郭沫若的早期小品，玲珑剔透，是他异乡生活片断的直接记录。