AI 賦詩 （2）

小掌櫃（G8學子）拿他的朋友們開玩笑[呲牙][呲牙][鼓掌][鼓掌]

他運用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.

 

（中文翻譯）

他們說，歐文總是笨手笨腳，

整天像個傻瓜。

他把詞語混淆，算數也一團糟，

臉漲得通紅，精神萎靡。

 

他想說話，卻總是說不出口，

就像冬霜散落的落葉。

他把一棵樹塗成奇怪的藍色，

歎了口氣，因為他不知道該怎麽辦。

 

而阿提克斯，他挺直了腰杆，

他的回答清晰明了，前途光明。

他扶老太太過馬路，

還和她們分享午餐，如此善良體貼。

 

亞當也一樣，手法輕柔，

能用沙子堆砌城堡。

他朗讀得優雅動人，

臉上帶著友善的微笑。

 

歐文在一旁看著，

那裏陰影籠罩，夢想消逝。

他多麽希望自己也能像他們一樣，

像阿提克斯一樣，像亞當的寶貝一樣。

 

他知道自己反應遲鈍，也知道自己並非如此，

最耀眼的星辰，最清晰的思緒。

他跌跌撞撞地前行，略顯迷茫，

細數著沉重而痛苦的代價。

 

但或許，或許，在他的內心深處，

藏著一些特別的東西，一個全新的開始。

一種不同的力量等待發掘，

一種溫柔的靈魂，獨一無二。