AI 赋诗 （2）

小掌柜（G8学子）拿他的朋友们开玩笑[呲牙][呲牙][鼓掌][鼓掌]

他运用AI作此文二.....

（英文）

Owen trips on air, they say,
A clumsy kind of boy all day.
He mixes words and muddles sums,
His face goes red, his spirit numbs.

He tries to speak, the words get lost,
Like scattered leaves by winter's frost.
He paints a tree a funny blue,
And sighs because he doesn't know what to do.

Now Atticus, he stands up straight,
His answers clear, his future great.
He helps old ladies cross the street,
And shares his lunch, so kind and sweet.

And Adam too, with gentle hand,
Can build a castle in the sand.
He reads aloud with perfect grace,
A smile upon his friendly face.

Owen watches from the side,
Where shadows creep and dreams subside.
He wishes he could be like them,
Like Atticus, like Adam's gem.

He knows he's slow, he knows he's not,
The brightest star, the clearest thought.
He fumbles on, a little lost,
Counting the heavy, painful cost.

But maybe, just maybe, in his heart,
There's something special, a brand new start.
A different kind of strength to find,
A gentle spirit, one of a kind.

 

（中文翻译）

他们说，欧文总是笨手笨脚，

整天像个傻瓜。

他把词语混淆，算数也一团糟，

脸涨得通红，精神萎靡。

 

他想说话，却总是说不出口，

就像冬霜散落的落叶。

他把一棵树涂成奇怪的蓝色，

叹了口气，因为他不知道该怎么办。

 

而阿提克斯，他挺直了腰杆，

他的回答清晰明了，前途光明。

他扶老太太过马路，

还和她们分享午餐，如此善良体贴。

 

亚当也一样，手法轻柔，

能用沙子堆砌城堡。

他朗读得优雅动人，

脸上带着友善的微笑。

 

欧文在一旁看着，

那里阴影笼罩，梦想消逝。

他多么希望自己也能像他们一样，

像阿提克斯一样，像亚当的宝贝一样。

 

他知道自己反应迟钝，也知道自己并非如此，

最耀眼的星辰，最清晰的思绪。

他跌跌撞撞地前行，略显迷茫，

细数着沉重而痛苦的代价。

 

但或许，或许，在他的内心深处，

藏着一些特别的东西，一个全新的开始。

一种不同的力量等待发掘，

一种温柔的灵魂，独一无二。