看见纸船了，在雨中。有几个孩子在放纸船，呼叫笑闹着，淋得一身湿。
“我的纸船速度好快哟！”
“我的才快呢！快！快！……你看，追过你的了！我的赢了。”
“等着瞧吧！下一次我一定要赢回来！”
其实，我宁愿说，这是在梦中。梦中也下雨了。雨像断了线的真珠，一颗颗被洒开来，洒出清凉。水沟里的水，涨高涨大了，把水沟涨成了长江大河。是的，是雨，也是梦，给涨成的。纸船在其中乘风破浪，成为海上巨鲸。这样不会沉没？不会！就是不会！梦把它们幻成了木造铁制的大船了。梦把它们托住了。不是吹的？不是！是梦！梦的力量好大！可以把无变为有，把坏变为好，把弱变为强。
梦的力量好大！它不仅把小水沟涨成了长江大河，汪洋大海，把纸船幻化成了木造铁制的大船，把无变有，把小变大，把坏变好，把弱变强，还把船上加了填充物。船是满载了的。满载着什么？是理想！是愉悦！航抵目的地是理想。呼叫笑闹是愉悦的表现。船乃载着满满的理想和愉悦前航，光辉灿烂，令人无限赞叹……。
还是在下雨。还是在梦中。有几个孩子在放纸船，呼叫笑闹着，淋得一身湿……。
1987年11月20日台湾日报副刊
Paper Boat &ㄗㄧHsu ChiCheng
I view the paper boat， in the rain. There are some children sail the paper boat， calling， hailing， laughing and noising， whole their bodies are drenched with rain.
“How quick the speed of my paper boat!”
“It’s quick of mine! Quickly! Quickly!… Lo， it pursues ahead yours! Mine is won!”
In fact， I prefer to say this is in the dream. It’s rained in the dream also. The rain likes the pearls broke off into strings， spreads one grain after another， sprinkle the cool. The water in the ditch rises into high and fully， rising the ditch into large river. Yes， it’s the rain and the dream also， rising it. Paper boat braves winds and waves in it， and becomes illusorily， to be big whale. Can’t it sink? No. it just can’t. This is the dream lets them into big boats made by iron and wood. Dream supports them. Isn’t it a boast? No. It’s the dream. How large the power of dream! It can change nothing to be something， change bad into good， weak to be strong.
How large the power of dream! It doesn’t only rise the small ditch into large river， into boundless body of water， change illusorily paper boat into big boats made by iron and wood， change nothing to be something， change small into large， change bad into good， weak to be strong， even more add stuffs illusorily onto the boat. The boat is full load carry. What is it loaded fully? It’s load fully with ideal! It’s loaded fully with pleasure! Sail to terminate is the ideal. Calling， hailing， laughing and noising is the express of pleasure. Boat sail forward with loaded fully ideal and pleasure， splendously， can be struck with admiration…
It’s rained still. It’s in the dream still. There are some children sail the paper boat， calling， hailing， laughing and noising， whole their bodies are drenched with rain. @
责任编辑：林芳宇
