我怕我会永远是象 "根号三" 一样孤独的数字. "三" 本身很好, 也没有错. 但为什么我的 "三" 必须被罩在邪恶的根号下? 我希望我是 "九" , 因为 "九" 通过快速的运算就能化解这邪恶的把戏. 我知道作为1.7321, 我永远难见天日. 这就是我的现实--悲哀的无理数. 但是, 瞧, 我看见了什么? 另一个根号三, 悄悄地翩然而至, 我们相乘在一起, 形成了我们钟爱的数字, 作为整数, 我们欢呼雀跃, 终于挣脱了宿命的枷锁. 就象是用魔棒轻轻一挥, 我们的根号就消失于无形, 心中的爱也得以重燃. 原文: i fear that i will always be a lonely n mber like root three. a three is all that s good and right. why m st my three keep o t of sight beneath a vicio s sq are-root sign? i wish instead i were a nine, for nine co ld thwart this evil trick with j st some q ick arithmetic. i know i ll never see the s n as 1.7321. s ch is my reality-- a sad irrationality. when, hark, j st what is this i see? another sq are root of a three, has q ietly come waltzing by. together now we m ltiply, to form a n mber we prefer, rejoicing as an integer. we break free from o r mortal bonds, and with a wave of magic wands, o r sq are-root signs become ngl ed, and love for me has been renewed.