The Translation of Lin Huiyin's Complete Works into Poetry and Drama
Chapter 2 Poetry Volume
Chapter 2 Poetry Volume (1)
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It’s her eyes and lips that smile,
And the vortex of the lips.
Showy as dew,
Blossoming smile
Hiding in the flash of shell teeth.
That is laughter—God’s laughter, beautiful laughter:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
What smiles is her loose curly hair,
Scattered next to her ears.
Soft as a shadow of a flower,
Itchy sweetness
Rushed into your heart.
That's laughter—the laugh of poetry, the laugh of painting:
The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
music heard in the night
It must be your finger again,
flicking,
In the middle of the night, dense sadness.
I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks,
listen
The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night.
A voice that passes through my heart,
so bleak
I understand, but how can I respond?
Life has long defined her pattern,
too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in the dream,
you and me
Let's pull the string of hope together.
Willing
I would like to become a fallen leaf,
Let the wind and rain blow everywhere;
Or a floating cloud, in the clear blue sky,
Nothing to do with the earth anymore.
But hold fast to that sad sign,
To touch the despair of being lost;
In the evening, the night shift, tiptoeing,
All is emptiness, no more tenderness;
Forget that there was this world; there was you;
Mourning who was ever in love;
Falling like flowers, forgetting to go
The emotions in these tears.
On that day nothing will remain,
Less than a flash, a breath of wind
Trace, you have to forget about me
have lived in this world.
still
You stretch out like a lake facing the clear sky
Baiyun, like a first-class cold stream, clarifies
Allow me to search for your source along the banks of the forest:
I still have all sorts of doubts
For every image of you!
You unfold like a flower with a thousand petals!
Xianyan is every petal of you, more fragrant,
The gentle flower scent, accompanied by the evening coolness:
I say flowers, this is the trick of spring,
Come to steal people's infatuation!
You also learn from Ye Ye's book that blows with the wind,
Reveal your every thought; every corner of your mood,
Your eyes look at me, and you keep talking:
I still didn't answer, a piece of silence
Hold on to my soul forever.
Furious
I want to take advantage of this moment of arrogance
and calm, sober soul
Drinking from a spring of sweet dew,
Come swing the sword of thought,
dance its keenest glance
sharp, like the snow of Saiye
Glittering in the cold light of the moon,
Spewing out cold splendor;——cutting,
Cut off the lingering of time,
Disputes with lewd nets,
Cut a flawless transparency,
One look at you, pure beauty,
Your naked majesty.
……
then step on
Any peak, climbing and holding the white clouds
And the brocade of the sun, across a
Changhong, overlooking the surging sea,
In the still blue sky,
Write my surprise and joy,
Give my hottest tear,
My faith, my sincerity, and the strength of my love,
worship forever,
Worship in front of your beauty!
Fragrant Hills in May
deep smile
Who is smiling so sweetly and deeply,
Round like that?a string of pearls
Size shines and bursts with innocence!
Floating at the bottom of the clear spring, flooding to the surface of the water,
brilliant,
dispersion!
Who has a good smile and a flower blooms?
So light, it won't startle anyone.
The fine fragrance unintentionally, with the wind passing by,
Brush on the short wall, Sisi in front of the setting sun
Hanging
Nostalgia.
Who laughed so that the hundred-story tower towered,
Let unknown birds hover?who is it
Laughing into the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
From the eaves of each layer of glazed
shake up
Sky?
memory
Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle
night, with the stars of the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have
Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers
nameless expansion
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in every quiet place.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or
The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the wandering past in the center
Without a trace, anyone
know the picture,
The reflection of memory sinking underwater!
April 1936
Inscribed Bodhi Leaf
Recognize this transparent body,
The leaves of wisdom fall in the world?
Depressed, benevolent—
That day was a flash of cold flames,
A leaf fell silently to the ground,
only proves that wisdom is lonely
The lonely will eventually die before the wind!
yesterday and yesterday, beauty
Can't escape the majesty of time;
Believe that the most beautiful sleeps here
Skeletal bones, a trace of soul left by the moon,—
…………
The shade under the Bodhi tree was last year!
Nov. 1936, 4
Mount Tai at dusk
remember that day
The heart is the same as a long river,
let the evening come,
The moon hangs on the chest.
Like this Qingdai Mountain,
Nowadays,
The heart is the barrier side of loneliness;
lush,
Don't forget the sunset,
indistinct,
But hear the wind blowing under your feet,
it's night-
Sit still
Winter has the meaning of winter,
Cold like a flower,--
Flowers have the fragrance of flowers, and winter has a memory.
A dead twig shadow, thin and smoky,
Dragged a stroke in front of the window in the afternoon;
The sun is fading in the cold, gradually sloping...
just like that
talk like a guest
I sip my tea in silence.
November 1936
时间
The seasons of the world are always changing
In spring, you left many red spots, and bid farewell gracefully,
I didn't want to sigh with someone when I came back for autumn!
Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves are gone
In the far distance, there is a gray sky
Thorough loneliness, can you bear to listen to the cold wind talking alone?
Crying for the third brother Heng - killed in 30 years of air combat
Brother, I don’t have a language suitable for the times
Come to mourn your death;
It is the requirement of the times,
Simple, you gave it.
This cruel and simple heroic is the poetry of the times
This silent glory is you.
If on this inevitable truth
Given more sorrow, I want to cry out,
That's—you know it yourself—
because you left too early,
Too early, brother, for your bravery,
With the backwardness of machinery, your chances are too miserable!
For three years, you were killed in battle over Chengdu,
The difference made in these three years,
Don't be sad if I tell you,
Because most of them are not our old country,
It's others moving through the times,
Our souls bleed and explode into holes.
We have allies, supplies and arms,
Just what you've ever hoped for.
I remember, remember how I was with you
Discuss and discuss, count and count,
Every day you are so patiently waiting,
Every day passed in vain, as slow as a camel!
Now the chaser is not the ideal for you back in the day.
Like the "Eagle Seven-Five" driving--
So stupid, so slow, ah, brother, don't be sad,
You have done what you can,
Don't say who missed you, it's the times that can't be measured,
China still has to move forward, and the night is waiting for the dawn.
Brother, I have used so many unbeautiful words
It is a poem to commemorate you,
Believe how bitter my heart is, how hoarse my throat is,
You're never coming back, I know,
The blood of youth has been replaced by science;
The sorrow of China is forever in my heart.
Ah, don't be sad, I can't comfort you when you're sad.
I have thought about it several times a day:
You have given all you have, brother who goes with you
So too, give your life;
All the youth you have; the opportunities you will have in the future,
The work of the prime of life possible, the wisdom of old age;
possible love, family, children, and all that
The rights of life, the joy; and the disputes of life!
You give so much, for whom?you believe
How many people in China will be happy in the future
Your front is more important than yourself; the immortal
China's history still needs to be permanent in the world.
You believe, you do, and in the end you surrender.
Why do I still cry for you when I fully understand?
Just because you were a child and left nothing for yourself,
I look forward to your happiness when I was young, your safety in wartime,
Today you have no children to worry about and need care and comfort,
And the portraits of thousands of people have forgotten, who are you dying for!
In 1934, Li Zhuang
sorrow in august
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
The sorghum stalks are so green that they are just over the head,
How does this beating heart fit,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky was washed by the rain last night, the hills
Leave another shadow in the sun;
The sheep follow their herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, and it looks like a heart!
No one ever said anything about August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I look at the ridges of the fields, the melons on the earthen walls,
I still don't understand how life is connected with dreams.
late summer 25
the day after the rain
I love this rainy day,
This plain is full of green grass!
My heart is endlessly blown by the wind,
wind blows:
Blow away the vanilla, the fallen leaves,
Blows away a wisp of cloud, like smoke—
like smoke.
untitled
when can we have again
that silence;
Rong Rong stands in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the small river?
when will it be like that
full of hope
Draped in fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climb the tower, and listen to the bell?
when, when, heart
can really understand
The distance of time; the age of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bell
yesterday's person
How to draw another shadow in today!
Spring April 25
autumn, this autumn
It's autumn, autumn,
The wind should still be gentle;
The sun still smiles that smile,
Glittering with gold and silver, boasting
he is running out
The most extravagant morning and evening!
Here and there, in this autumn,
Spotted colors are misplaced everywhere
Among the mountains and fields, and among the branches and leaves,
like a drunken butterfly, or
Coral pearls and emeralds, luxurious lost,
Fun fell to the ground.
At this time, the feeling is like a song,
Flickering in the light of the mountain spring,
foam, splash
The throat of the mountain rock sings.
full of enthusiasm
It's all yours, autumn understands,
Autumn knows the wildness,—
what autumn loves is that inadvertently
Inadvertently messy!
But autumn, this autumn,
He propped up a wedding feast like a dream,
Not for your joy:
He let go of his hands and picked up the necklace,
A phantasm like a falling flower,
Also because of the uncertainty
sad, rooted in knots
In the center of this life!
A gust of wind blows from
The outer edge of the west window last night,
Shaking the sycamore tree and crying. ——
At first you doubt:
The lotus leaf is not broken yet;
The canoe stops in the midst of the current;
Whispers of summer night, intermingled with the chirping of insects,
still trustworthy still cuddling
warm and sweet next to the ear;
But the sycamore leaves bring the sweet-scented osmanthus,
Has reached the light of the lamp.
Everything is different, he said with a twinkle,
Just one night of wind, one night of illusion.
The cold mist blinds my eyes,
In such deep autumn,
Who are you fighting with?the back of reality
Is it realistic, absurd,
Is it unbelievable falsehood?
Doubts cannot resist simple cruelty,
Don't pity bloody mourning any more,
Take this opportunity to recognize
The creator is the artisan of destruction.
Faith is only a stick of incense,
That idea can't stand the west wind
Blowing rustlingly through the plane trees!
if you can't forget, can't forget
The bird song that I have heard before;
The flowers I have seen are good, faith
Sleep in the middle of the past. ...
The pride of autumn is the fruit,
Not sprouts, - life does not allow you
Do not give away the fragrance you have accumulated;
Surrender every layer of color that has been exposed to light and heat;
Drain your most embarrassing sorrow.
At this moment,
Never weep; or call;
No need to close your eyes and pray;
(Looking forward to the future in the future);
Just keep low, in the stillness, low down
The sleepy head bears, - bears
the fall of the leaves
Listening to the wind tightening the strings, the song is lamented:
This night, this night, this miserable transformation!
mid-November 22
That night
That night my boat rolled out of the river's heart,
The clear blue sky is supported by dense stars.
That night your hand held mine,
The bewildered night blocks the heavy sorrow.
That night you and I set a direction,
The two each recognize their own life.
To this day my ship is still floating on the sea,
The thin mast is often shaken in the wind and waves.
Till now the sun hovers only behind me,
Layers of shadows remain around me.
I still remember the day of that night,
Starlight, tears, and the white riverside!
Till now I miss your plowing on the shore:
Red flowers and yellow flowers are blooming vividly.
That day I hope to reach the top floor,
Honey generally brews the nourishment of that memory.
On that day I will mount an arrow with wings,
Watching you shoot a full string in your garden.
That day you will hear birds singing,
That's what I'm waiting for your admiration.
On that day you will see the scattered shadows of flowers,
That was the border where I broke into that year!
"Who loves this constant change"
Who loves this constant change, her actions?
Urge a burst of rain, wipe the sky clouds, the moon,
The starlight, the shadow of the sun, are all her tricks,
Not to mention Fengluan and Jianghai stealing a moment of peace.
Proudly, she is on that absurd mission:
Watching the flowers bloom and the pistil tree wither, the girl becomes a mother;
Make the rivers freeze into ice and snow, and the sky and the earth change their appearance;
The hustle and bustle of the city, and then become a vast night silence!
Though millennia have been manipulated in her grasp,
She never forgot the slightest humbleness.
No wonder she laughed that eternity is a lie made by men,
To comfort the disappearance of love, the pain of death.
But who can understand this illusory reincarnation,
Who dared to love the great transformation?
Fragrant Hills, April [-]th
a peach blossom
peach blossom,
The bright red of that tree,
As Chun said:
Bloomingly dewy and charming,
is some
exquisite words,
petals of light,
some more
breath softly
with a smile,
intentionally or unintentionally
A lively look.
Look,--
That trembling in the breeze
She stayed again, faintly,
On the thin lips of March,
glance,
Glimpse at the traces of amorousness!
May 20, Fragrant Hills
lotus lamp
If my heart were a lotus flower,
A stick of lighted wax sticks out of the middle,
Although Yingying only cuts the light,
I also want it to be proud of its glory.
Not afraid that it is just my personal lotus lamp,
Can't see the ups and downs of life before and after——
Floating and sinking, it clings to the waves of the sea of people
Light and darkness have become the mystery of its heart.
Just a flash of light and a flower—
Like a light boat sailing out of the river——
Just like it floats with the waves of fate
Waiting for the gust of wind to push into the distance.
counted as a passer-by in the universe,
To know the exquisite life and the easy death,
This erratic journey is a—
That is a beautiful dream.
July and a half, 21, Xiangshan
midnight bell
Bells
pinch and knock
the desolation of the street
hear--
The round sound
straight down time
silent
throat.
like crying,
like mourning,
make this dark
mid night
buried
that never sees the dawn
Hollow——
light - heavy, ...
- heavy - light...
This swaying sound,
Whose idea is it
put away the rest of the anxiety
As the wind chills—
One after another
Throw it to the undreamt
people.
a summer night in the mountains
There was a summer night in the mountains, deeply
like no bottom,
Dark shadows, dense pine forests;
There was no light around.
There is only one light shining on the mountain—two
Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching!
The wind all over the mountain is tiptoeing
like walking,
dodged the branches and leaves everywhere
Grass everywhere, no sound.
Just the flowing water, constantly on the valley
A heart of stone, a mouth of stone sings.
The sound of insects weaves into that piece of silence, loneliness
like a hanging curtain;
The midsummer forest fell asleep within,
Fragrance floats in all directions.
Black shadow pillowed black shadow, silently silent,
The night is quiet, but the ears of the night are listening!
[-] (according to manuscript)
Year off
Where did you come from and where did you go,
This constant, constant pedestrian,
Running around, this chariot?
Red lights, green and purple,
Weaving this horror, or
lovely night?tall building shadow
In the boundless sky, it all symbolizes
what phenomenon?in this noise
Why stare at this silence again;
Could it be desolate in this bustle?
It's the end of the year, the end of the year, someone
Walking by the street, reckoning,
A lone shadow casts obliquely,
One year, another year of hard work,
The difficulties and difficulties of counting beads on a plate.
During the day you hold your breath, at night
You gasp, one street, one street,
To and fro by the light of the sun,—
People and people are like water flowing,
People are water, and buildings on both sides are mountains!
year, year,
Year after year, this passes through the city
The hard work of the heart is tens of millions,
The blood and sweat of millions,
to create something like tonight
This wonderful and terrible splendor!
Look, there is a shadow in the heart of the street
blood-stained flowers on the lamp
night in cool mist and dust
Progress, progress, many mouths
Breathing the end of the year, the end of the year...
23 New Year's Eve
You are the April day of the world - a tribute to love
I say you are the April day of the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
Dancing and changing in the brilliance of spring.
You are the cloud and smoke in the April morning,
At dusk the wind is soft, the stars are
It flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That Qing, that Pingting, you are, Xianyan
The crown of flowers you wear, you are
Innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
The light yellow after the snow melts, you look like; fresh
first-bud green, you are; tender joy
The water is floating with the white lotus in your dream and expectation.
You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree, you are swallows
Whispering between the beams——you are love and warmth,
It is hope, you are the April day of the world!
Recall
The New Year is waiting outside the window, a scent of incense,
Half of the red flowers have just been released on the branches.
heart is turning, you once said
A few words, hovering like white doves.
I never forget, and I can't forget
That day the sky was clear and blue,
The sun is a little warmer, shining obliquely on
Every treetop is like a phoenix.
It's you who's smiling, looking up,
How many brave words that day, you and me
All said and done—like a kite
Xiang Lanqiong, relying on a ray of strength.
(End of this chapter)
笑
It’s her eyes and lips that smile,
And the vortex of the lips.
Showy as dew,
Blossoming smile
Hiding in the flash of shell teeth.
That is laughter—God’s laughter, beautiful laughter:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
What smiles is her loose curly hair,
Scattered next to her ears.
Soft as a shadow of a flower,
Itchy sweetness
Rushed into your heart.
That's laughter—the laugh of poetry, the laugh of painting:
The traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
music heard in the night
It must be your finger again,
flicking,
In the middle of the night, dense sadness.
I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks,
listen
The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night.
A voice that passes through my heart,
so bleak
I understand, but how can I respond?
Life has long defined her pattern,
too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in the dream,
you and me
Let's pull the string of hope together.
Willing
I would like to become a fallen leaf,
Let the wind and rain blow everywhere;
Or a floating cloud, in the clear blue sky,
Nothing to do with the earth anymore.
But hold fast to that sad sign,
To touch the despair of being lost;
In the evening, the night shift, tiptoeing,
All is emptiness, no more tenderness;
Forget that there was this world; there was you;
Mourning who was ever in love;
Falling like flowers, forgetting to go
The emotions in these tears.
On that day nothing will remain,
Less than a flash, a breath of wind
Trace, you have to forget about me
have lived in this world.
still
You stretch out like a lake facing the clear sky
Baiyun, like a first-class cold stream, clarifies
Allow me to search for your source along the banks of the forest:
I still have all sorts of doubts
For every image of you!
You unfold like a flower with a thousand petals!
Xianyan is every petal of you, more fragrant,
The gentle flower scent, accompanied by the evening coolness:
I say flowers, this is the trick of spring,
Come to steal people's infatuation!
You also learn from Ye Ye's book that blows with the wind,
Reveal your every thought; every corner of your mood,
Your eyes look at me, and you keep talking:
I still didn't answer, a piece of silence
Hold on to my soul forever.
Furious
I want to take advantage of this moment of arrogance
and calm, sober soul
Drinking from a spring of sweet dew,
Come swing the sword of thought,
dance its keenest glance
sharp, like the snow of Saiye
Glittering in the cold light of the moon,
Spewing out cold splendor;——cutting,
Cut off the lingering of time,
Disputes with lewd nets,
Cut a flawless transparency,
One look at you, pure beauty,
Your naked majesty.
……
then step on
Any peak, climbing and holding the white clouds
And the brocade of the sun, across a
Changhong, overlooking the surging sea,
In the still blue sky,
Write my surprise and joy,
Give my hottest tear,
My faith, my sincerity, and the strength of my love,
worship forever,
Worship in front of your beauty!
Fragrant Hills in May
deep smile
Who is smiling so sweetly and deeply,
Round like that?a string of pearls
Size shines and bursts with innocence!
Floating at the bottom of the clear spring, flooding to the surface of the water,
brilliant,
dispersion!
Who has a good smile and a flower blooms?
So light, it won't startle anyone.
The fine fragrance unintentionally, with the wind passing by,
Brush on the short wall, Sisi in front of the setting sun
Hanging
Nostalgia.
Who laughed so that the hundred-story tower towered,
Let unknown birds hover?who is it
Laughing into the rotation of thousands of wind chimes,
From the eaves of each layer of glazed
shake up
Sky?
memory
Intermittent tunes, the most beautiful or gentle
night, with the stars of the day.
On the stalk of memory, who doesn't have
Two or three elegant flowers, covered with emotional flowers
nameless expansion
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in every quiet place.
The wind blows on the lake, and the hair is messed up, or
The surface of the water is wrinkled like the brocade of fish scales.
The vastness in all directions is like a dream
Rippling with the wandering past in the center
Without a trace, anyone
know the picture,
The reflection of memory sinking underwater!
April 1936
Inscribed Bodhi Leaf
Recognize this transparent body,
The leaves of wisdom fall in the world?
Depressed, benevolent—
That day was a flash of cold flames,
A leaf fell silently to the ground,
only proves that wisdom is lonely
The lonely will eventually die before the wind!
yesterday and yesterday, beauty
Can't escape the majesty of time;
Believe that the most beautiful sleeps here
Skeletal bones, a trace of soul left by the moon,—
…………
The shade under the Bodhi tree was last year!
Nov. 1936, 4
Mount Tai at dusk
remember that day
The heart is the same as a long river,
let the evening come,
The moon hangs on the chest.
Like this Qingdai Mountain,
Nowadays,
The heart is the barrier side of loneliness;
lush,
Don't forget the sunset,
indistinct,
But hear the wind blowing under your feet,
it's night-
Sit still
Winter has the meaning of winter,
Cold like a flower,--
Flowers have the fragrance of flowers, and winter has a memory.
A dead twig shadow, thin and smoky,
Dragged a stroke in front of the window in the afternoon;
The sun is fading in the cold, gradually sloping...
just like that
talk like a guest
I sip my tea in silence.
November 1936
时间
The seasons of the world are always changing
In spring, you left many red spots, and bid farewell gracefully,
I didn't want to sigh with someone when I came back for autumn!
Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves are gone
In the far distance, there is a gray sky
Thorough loneliness, can you bear to listen to the cold wind talking alone?
Crying for the third brother Heng - killed in 30 years of air combat
Brother, I don’t have a language suitable for the times
Come to mourn your death;
It is the requirement of the times,
Simple, you gave it.
This cruel and simple heroic is the poetry of the times
This silent glory is you.
If on this inevitable truth
Given more sorrow, I want to cry out,
That's—you know it yourself—
because you left too early,
Too early, brother, for your bravery,
With the backwardness of machinery, your chances are too miserable!
For three years, you were killed in battle over Chengdu,
The difference made in these three years,
Don't be sad if I tell you,
Because most of them are not our old country,
It's others moving through the times,
Our souls bleed and explode into holes.
We have allies, supplies and arms,
Just what you've ever hoped for.
I remember, remember how I was with you
Discuss and discuss, count and count,
Every day you are so patiently waiting,
Every day passed in vain, as slow as a camel!
Now the chaser is not the ideal for you back in the day.
Like the "Eagle Seven-Five" driving--
So stupid, so slow, ah, brother, don't be sad,
You have done what you can,
Don't say who missed you, it's the times that can't be measured,
China still has to move forward, and the night is waiting for the dawn.
Brother, I have used so many unbeautiful words
It is a poem to commemorate you,
Believe how bitter my heart is, how hoarse my throat is,
You're never coming back, I know,
The blood of youth has been replaced by science;
The sorrow of China is forever in my heart.
Ah, don't be sad, I can't comfort you when you're sad.
I have thought about it several times a day:
You have given all you have, brother who goes with you
So too, give your life;
All the youth you have; the opportunities you will have in the future,
The work of the prime of life possible, the wisdom of old age;
possible love, family, children, and all that
The rights of life, the joy; and the disputes of life!
You give so much, for whom?you believe
How many people in China will be happy in the future
Your front is more important than yourself; the immortal
China's history still needs to be permanent in the world.
You believe, you do, and in the end you surrender.
Why do I still cry for you when I fully understand?
Just because you were a child and left nothing for yourself,
I look forward to your happiness when I was young, your safety in wartime,
Today you have no children to worry about and need care and comfort,
And the portraits of thousands of people have forgotten, who are you dying for!
In 1934, Li Zhuang
sorrow in august
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
The sorghum stalks are so green that they are just over the head,
How does this beating heart fit,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky was washed by the rain last night, the hills
Leave another shadow in the sun;
The sheep follow their herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, and it looks like a heart!
No one ever said anything about August,
Summer has passed, and it is not autumn yet.
But I look at the ridges of the fields, the melons on the earthen walls,
I still don't understand how life is connected with dreams.
late summer 25
the day after the rain
I love this rainy day,
This plain is full of green grass!
My heart is endlessly blown by the wind,
wind blows:
Blow away the vanilla, the fallen leaves,
Blows away a wisp of cloud, like smoke—
like smoke.
untitled
when can we have again
that silence;
Rong Rong stands in the spring breeze,
Facing the mountain, facing the small river?
when will it be like that
full of hope
Draped in fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts,
Climb the tower, and listen to the bell?
when, when, heart
can really understand
The distance of time; the age of mountains and rivers;
Yesterday's silence, the bell
yesterday's person
How to draw another shadow in today!
Spring April 25
autumn, this autumn
It's autumn, autumn,
The wind should still be gentle;
The sun still smiles that smile,
Glittering with gold and silver, boasting
he is running out
The most extravagant morning and evening!
Here and there, in this autumn,
Spotted colors are misplaced everywhere
Among the mountains and fields, and among the branches and leaves,
like a drunken butterfly, or
Coral pearls and emeralds, luxurious lost,
Fun fell to the ground.
At this time, the feeling is like a song,
Flickering in the light of the mountain spring,
foam, splash
The throat of the mountain rock sings.
full of enthusiasm
It's all yours, autumn understands,
Autumn knows the wildness,—
what autumn loves is that inadvertently
Inadvertently messy!
But autumn, this autumn,
He propped up a wedding feast like a dream,
Not for your joy:
He let go of his hands and picked up the necklace,
A phantasm like a falling flower,
Also because of the uncertainty
sad, rooted in knots
In the center of this life!
A gust of wind blows from
The outer edge of the west window last night,
Shaking the sycamore tree and crying. ——
At first you doubt:
The lotus leaf is not broken yet;
The canoe stops in the midst of the current;
Whispers of summer night, intermingled with the chirping of insects,
still trustworthy still cuddling
warm and sweet next to the ear;
But the sycamore leaves bring the sweet-scented osmanthus,
Has reached the light of the lamp.
Everything is different, he said with a twinkle,
Just one night of wind, one night of illusion.
The cold mist blinds my eyes,
In such deep autumn,
Who are you fighting with?the back of reality
Is it realistic, absurd,
Is it unbelievable falsehood?
Doubts cannot resist simple cruelty,
Don't pity bloody mourning any more,
Take this opportunity to recognize
The creator is the artisan of destruction.
Faith is only a stick of incense,
That idea can't stand the west wind
Blowing rustlingly through the plane trees!
if you can't forget, can't forget
The bird song that I have heard before;
The flowers I have seen are good, faith
Sleep in the middle of the past. ...
The pride of autumn is the fruit,
Not sprouts, - life does not allow you
Do not give away the fragrance you have accumulated;
Surrender every layer of color that has been exposed to light and heat;
Drain your most embarrassing sorrow.
At this moment,
Never weep; or call;
No need to close your eyes and pray;
(Looking forward to the future in the future);
Just keep low, in the stillness, low down
The sleepy head bears, - bears
the fall of the leaves
Listening to the wind tightening the strings, the song is lamented:
This night, this night, this miserable transformation!
mid-November 22
That night
That night my boat rolled out of the river's heart,
The clear blue sky is supported by dense stars.
That night your hand held mine,
The bewildered night blocks the heavy sorrow.
That night you and I set a direction,
The two each recognize their own life.
To this day my ship is still floating on the sea,
The thin mast is often shaken in the wind and waves.
Till now the sun hovers only behind me,
Layers of shadows remain around me.
I still remember the day of that night,
Starlight, tears, and the white riverside!
Till now I miss your plowing on the shore:
Red flowers and yellow flowers are blooming vividly.
That day I hope to reach the top floor,
Honey generally brews the nourishment of that memory.
On that day I will mount an arrow with wings,
Watching you shoot a full string in your garden.
That day you will hear birds singing,
That's what I'm waiting for your admiration.
On that day you will see the scattered shadows of flowers,
That was the border where I broke into that year!
"Who loves this constant change"
Who loves this constant change, her actions?
Urge a burst of rain, wipe the sky clouds, the moon,
The starlight, the shadow of the sun, are all her tricks,
Not to mention Fengluan and Jianghai stealing a moment of peace.
Proudly, she is on that absurd mission:
Watching the flowers bloom and the pistil tree wither, the girl becomes a mother;
Make the rivers freeze into ice and snow, and the sky and the earth change their appearance;
The hustle and bustle of the city, and then become a vast night silence!
Though millennia have been manipulated in her grasp,
She never forgot the slightest humbleness.
No wonder she laughed that eternity is a lie made by men,
To comfort the disappearance of love, the pain of death.
But who can understand this illusory reincarnation,
Who dared to love the great transformation?
Fragrant Hills, April [-]th
a peach blossom
peach blossom,
The bright red of that tree,
As Chun said:
Bloomingly dewy and charming,
is some
exquisite words,
petals of light,
some more
breath softly
with a smile,
intentionally or unintentionally
A lively look.
Look,--
That trembling in the breeze
She stayed again, faintly,
On the thin lips of March,
glance,
Glimpse at the traces of amorousness!
May 20, Fragrant Hills
lotus lamp
If my heart were a lotus flower,
A stick of lighted wax sticks out of the middle,
Although Yingying only cuts the light,
I also want it to be proud of its glory.
Not afraid that it is just my personal lotus lamp,
Can't see the ups and downs of life before and after——
Floating and sinking, it clings to the waves of the sea of people
Light and darkness have become the mystery of its heart.
Just a flash of light and a flower—
Like a light boat sailing out of the river——
Just like it floats with the waves of fate
Waiting for the gust of wind to push into the distance.
counted as a passer-by in the universe,
To know the exquisite life and the easy death,
This erratic journey is a—
That is a beautiful dream.
July and a half, 21, Xiangshan
midnight bell
Bells
pinch and knock
the desolation of the street
hear--
The round sound
straight down time
silent
throat.
like crying,
like mourning,
make this dark
mid night
buried
that never sees the dawn
Hollow——
light - heavy, ...
- heavy - light...
This swaying sound,
Whose idea is it
put away the rest of the anxiety
As the wind chills—
One after another
Throw it to the undreamt
people.
a summer night in the mountains
There was a summer night in the mountains, deeply
like no bottom,
Dark shadows, dense pine forests;
There was no light around.
There is only one light shining on the mountain—two
Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching!
The wind all over the mountain is tiptoeing
like walking,
dodged the branches and leaves everywhere
Grass everywhere, no sound.
Just the flowing water, constantly on the valley
A heart of stone, a mouth of stone sings.
The sound of insects weaves into that piece of silence, loneliness
like a hanging curtain;
The midsummer forest fell asleep within,
Fragrance floats in all directions.
Black shadow pillowed black shadow, silently silent,
The night is quiet, but the ears of the night are listening!
[-] (according to manuscript)
Year off
Where did you come from and where did you go,
This constant, constant pedestrian,
Running around, this chariot?
Red lights, green and purple,
Weaving this horror, or
lovely night?tall building shadow
In the boundless sky, it all symbolizes
what phenomenon?in this noise
Why stare at this silence again;
Could it be desolate in this bustle?
It's the end of the year, the end of the year, someone
Walking by the street, reckoning,
A lone shadow casts obliquely,
One year, another year of hard work,
The difficulties and difficulties of counting beads on a plate.
During the day you hold your breath, at night
You gasp, one street, one street,
To and fro by the light of the sun,—
People and people are like water flowing,
People are water, and buildings on both sides are mountains!
year, year,
Year after year, this passes through the city
The hard work of the heart is tens of millions,
The blood and sweat of millions,
to create something like tonight
This wonderful and terrible splendor!
Look, there is a shadow in the heart of the street
blood-stained flowers on the lamp
night in cool mist and dust
Progress, progress, many mouths
Breathing the end of the year, the end of the year...
23 New Year's Eve
You are the April day of the world - a tribute to love
I say you are the April day of the world;
The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
Dancing and changing in the brilliance of spring.
You are the cloud and smoke in the April morning,
At dusk the wind is soft, the stars are
It flashed unintentionally, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That Qing, that Pingting, you are, Xianyan
The crown of flowers you wear, you are
Innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
The light yellow after the snow melts, you look like; fresh
first-bud green, you are; tender joy
The water is floating with the white lotus in your dream and expectation.
You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree, you are swallows
Whispering between the beams——you are love and warmth,
It is hope, you are the April day of the world!
Recall
The New Year is waiting outside the window, a scent of incense,
Half of the red flowers have just been released on the branches.
heart is turning, you once said
A few words, hovering like white doves.
I never forget, and I can't forget
That day the sky was clear and blue,
The sun is a little warmer, shining obliquely on
Every treetop is like a phoenix.
It's you who's smiling, looking up,
How many brave words that day, you and me
All said and done—like a kite
Xiang Lanqiong, relying on a ray of strength.
(End of this chapter)
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