中文：
1、在夜晚的酣睡中入梦中的人，深谙某种特异的欢乐--那是白天的世界所没有的的乐趣，如舌尖上的蜂蜜一般，安谧而令人心旷神怡。做梦的人还知道，梦真正的美妙之处在于无限自由的梦境。这不是独裁者的自由--将自己的意志强加于世界，而是艺术家的自由，他没有意志，且超脱于意志之外。真正的寻梦者的乐趣，不在于梦的内容，而在于梦的一切完全不受其干预和操控，是他们自己创造出梦境里壮丽的景观，美景斑斓而迭出，色彩缤纷而玄妙，每条道路，没幢房屋，如此种种，做梦者甚至从未见过或听说过。
2、离别庄园的日子终于来了，我学到了一种奇特的经验，事情总会发生的?而我们自己想象不到，无论在事情发生前，发生中，还是在发生后我们回顾的时候。环境具有一种动力，凭借这种动力，它们导致了事件的发生，无需借助于人类的想象和明唔。在这些情形中，你自己时时刻刻与正在进行的一切保持接触，就如盲人被别人牵引着，一只脚跨到另一只脚前面，小心翼翼却又心中无数。事情在你面前发生，你感觉到了她的发生，但除此以外，你与事情本身并无关系，你也没有钥匙来解开其根源与内涵。
3、夕阳赭红色的背景下，微黑的树阴留恋着苍原的阴霾，像一首悠远的灵歌，在夜空中低沉地回荡，等待露明的晨光和初升的旭日。
4、我的非洲庄园坐落于恩戈山麓，海拔高达六千英尺。这片高地北部的土地方圆一百英里，赤道刚好在这上方横贯而过。白天，你与太阳的距离近在咫尺，你便会感到自己陡然高大了许多，清晨与黄昏都那么明朗静谧；而夜晚，你会觉得朔风凛冽、寒气逼人。
5、非洲就是如此--它是从六千英尺深处淬炼而出的--浓烈而纯净的精华。大地的色调，如同经过烧制的陶器一般干燥；而树木上悬挂着的叶片，轻薄而微妙。
6、我不希望有一天发现自己是在为了别人活，我愿意承担后果，就算偶尔寂寞甚至孤独而终，我都能接受。
7、觉醒的世界里，最接近梦的地方是都市之夜，那里相互都是陌生的，或是非洲之夜，那里充满了无限的自由。正是在那里，事物正在运转，命运正在你周围演变。四处充满生机，而一切与你无关。
8、我和你在一起，是因为我选择和你在一起。我不想按别人的方式去生活。
9、首先，在于铁的本身。铁在一切原料中，是最有魅力、最能激发人们想象力的东西。铁犁、铁剑、铁炮以及铁轮--人类的文明--是人类征服自然的象征，铁朴素平实，连原始人都理解它，懂得它的意义，而波莱?辛格煅打的，正是铁。
10、当我开始向命运妥协，当变卖庄园的谈判拉开序幕，大地的景观对我的态度也开始变化了。在那之前，我一直是其中的一部分，大地干旱，我就感到自己发烧；草原鲜花怒放，我就感到自己披上了新的盛装。而这会儿，大地从我这里分开，往后退着，以便我能看清它的全貌。
11、世界上真正的贵族和无产者都深刻地理解什么是悲剧。对于他们来说，悲剧就是与上帝的基本信条、生存的基调--低音调。在这方面，他们与资产阶级的所有阶层都完全不同。资产阶级忍受不了悲剧。对于他们来说悲剧就意味着悲哀。
12、可能他知道，但是我不知道，地球之所以是圆的是为了不让我们在路上看得更远。
13、咖啡园里也时常会呈现出一派令人赏心悦目的景致。刚刚步入雨季，咖啡花便盛开了。细雨绵绵，薄雾冥冥，垩白色的花朵，就像一大团层叠的云朵笼罩在六百英亩土地上空，光彩动人。咖啡花有一股淡淡的黑刺李般略带苦涩的香味。一旦咖啡豆成熟，园里就变得红彤彤的。这个时节，妇女和孩子们跟着男人一起，前来采摘咖啡豆，然后再用四轮车或是两轮车吱吱呀呀地把咖啡豆拉到河边的加工厂去。
14、布利森男爵：你应该问问的，丹尼斯。丹尼斯：我问过了，她说可以。
15、如果我知道一首属于非洲，属于长颈鹿，属于非洲新月的歌，属于田地的犁头，和采咖啡工人的歌；那么非洲是否也知道属于我的歌，颤动的平原上空，是否正有我的色彩，孩子们是否会发明以我的名字命名的新游戏，满月抛下的阴影，落在碎石的车道上，是否像我的身影，尼冈山的鹰是否会看顾我。。。
16、天空的颜色几乎不是浅蓝，便是紫罗兰。云朵大团大团地簇拥着，如薄纱般轻盈，变幻莫测，不断地在空中氤氲、弥漫、缭绕。蔚蓝的天空生机勃勃，将近处的山脉与丛林都涂上了鲜亮沉郁的蓝色。正午的天空活跃万分，时而像喷薄而出的滚滚岩浆，时而像静静流动的潺潺碧水，闪耀着，起伏着，光芒四射。它映照出得一切景物都被逐渐放大，变幻出奇妙的海市蜃楼。相对着如此高渺的天空，你尽可自由自在地呼吸。你的心境自由开阔，自信满满。如果你生活在非洲高原，那么，早晨一睁眼你就会感慨：呵，幸好我栖身于此，这个我最应驻足的地方。
17、我在非洲曾经有一个农场，种咖啡豆，给黑人小孩治病。我在非洲遇见了为自由奋不顾身的情人，热爱动物胜于人，折桂而来，情迷而往。我在非洲曾写过一首歌，哪里有已逝的热土，哪里有纯洁的朝露。我总是两手空空，因为我触摸过所有。我总是一再启程，因为哪里都陋于非洲。
英文：
1. A person who falls asleep in a deep sleep at night knows a certain kind of special joy - a joy that is not available in the world during the day, like honey on the tip of the tongue, quiet and refreshing. The dreamer also knows that the true beauty of dreams lies in the dream of infinite freedom. This is not the freedom of a dictator to impose his will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will and is beyond it. The real joy of dream seekers lies not in the content of the dream, but in the fact that everything in the dream is completely free from their interference and manipulation, and it is they themselves who create the magnificent landscape in the dream, the beauty is gorgeous and repeated, the colors are colorful and mysterious, each Roads, no houses, all that the dreamer has never even seen or heard of.
2. The day of parting manor has finally come. I have learned a peculiar experience. Things will always happen? And we can't imagine it by ourselves, whether before it happens, during the happening, or when we look back after it happened. Circumstances have a dynamic by which they cause events to occur without the aid of human imagination and knowledge. In these situations, you yourself are constantly in touch with what is going on, like a blind man being led by others, stepping one foot in front of the other, cautiously but with a lot of heart. Things happen in front of you, you feel her happening, but other than that, you have nothing to do with the thing itself, and you don't have the keys to unlock its origins and meanings.
3. Against the ochre red background of the sunset, the dark shade of the trees is nostalgic for the haze of the Cangyuan, like a distant spiritual song, echoing low in the night sky, waiting for the bright morning light and the rising sun.
4. My African estate is located in the foothills of the Ngo Mountains, at an altitude of 6,000 feet. The earth to the north of this highland is a hundred miles in circumference, and the equator just traverses above it. During the day, when you are close to the sun, you will feel that you are suddenly much taller, and the morning and evening are so clear and quiet; at night, you will feel the wind and the cold.
5. That's what Africa is--it's tempered from six thousand feet deep--a strong and pure essence. The tones of the earth are as dry as fired pottery; the leaves hanging from the trees are light and delicate.
6. I don't want to find out that I am living for others one day, I am willing to bear the consequences, even if I am lonely or even lonely occasionally, I can accept it.
7. In the awakened world, the closest place to a dream is the city night, where everyone is strangers to each other, or the African night, where there is unlimited freedom. It is there that things are moving and destiny is evolving around you. There is life everywhere, and it is none of your business.
8. I am with you because I choose to be with you. I don't want to live my life the way other people do.
9. First, the iron itself. Among all the raw materials, iron is the most attractive and the thing that can stimulate people's imagination the most. Iron plows, iron swords, iron cannons and iron wheels - human civilization - are symbols of human conquest of nature. Iron is simple and plain, and even primitive people understand it and its meaning. , it is iron.
10. When I began to compromise with my destiny, when the negotiation of selling the manor started, the attitude of the landscape of the earth to me also began to change. Until then, I had been a part of it, and when the land was dry, I felt a fever; when the grasslands were blooming, I felt I had put on a new dress. And now, the earth parted from me and receded so that I could see it in its entirety.
11. The real aristocrats and proletarians in the world deeply understand what tragedy is. For them, tragedy is the low-pitched tone associated with God's fundamental creed, the key to survival. In this respect they are quite different from all strata of the bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie cannot bear the tragedy. Tragedy means sadness to them.
12. Maybe he knows, but I don't know. The reason why the earth is round is to prevent us from seeing further on the road.
13. The coffee garden also often presents a pleasing scene. Just entering the rainy season, the coffee flowers are in full bloom. The drizzle, the mist, and the chalky white flowers loomed over the six hundred acres like a great cascading cloud. The coffee flower has a light sloe-like slightly bitter aroma. Once the coffee beans are ripe, the garden turns red. At this time, women and children, along with men, come to pick coffee beans, and then use four-wheeled or two-wheeled vehicles to squeak and pull the coffee beans to the processing factory by the river.
14. Baron Blissson: You should ask, Dennis. Dennis: I asked and she said yes.
15. If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe, of the African crescent, of the plowshares of the fields, and of the coffee-pickers; then does Africa also know the song of mine, over the trembling plain, is it true? With my colors, will the children invent new games named after me, shadows cast by the full moon, falling on gravel driveways, like my figure, will the eagles of Mount Nigang watch over me. . .
16. The color of the sky is almost either light blue or violet. The clouds were crowded in large groups, light and unpredictable like a tulle, constantly dense, diffused and swirling in the air. The azure sky was alive with life, and the nearby mountains and jungle were painted a bright, sombre blue. The sky at noon is very active, sometimes like a billowing lava gushing out, sometimes like a quietly flowing gurgling clear water, shining, undulating, and radiant. It reflects that all the scenery is gradually enlarged, changing into a wonderful mirage. Against such a high sky, you breathe as freely as you can. You are open-minded and confident. If you live in the African plateau, then when you open your eyes in the morning, you will feel: Oh, fortunately, I live here, this is the place I should stop.
17. I once had a farm in Africa, growing coffee beans and treating black children. In Africa, I met a lover who was desperate for freedom. He loved animals more than people. I once wrote a song in Africa, where there is a lost land, where there is a pure morning dew. I'm always empty-handed because I've touched everything. I always set off again and again, because nowhere is Africa.
