The Translation of Lin Huiyin's Complete Works into Poetry and Drama

Chapter 3 Poetry Volume (2)

22 years old

hang weide

Wade, is that so?

you feel tired, kind of

impatient,

for no other reason

you go away

Which way?

Wei De, you are really smart;
Let the flowers bloom early
That bright flower,
Just choose a spring morning like this,
wave your sleeves
Facing the haze of dawn

go, softly, softly
Turning away from us.

It doesn't stop like a spring breeze!

Blowing like a spring breeze,

you stay
forever that one

young man's confidence;

boy's smile

Pleasant

Sprinkled on other people's new branches.

we are proud
you are so proud
But you, Wei De, are not alone

our piece

Cowardly grief?
Sadly this is the world
beauty doesn't come often
you know.

If there is singing, it is only in

A few lip twirls!

layers of dust,
Sadness is various arrangements,
Even if Hurricane can't afford it, Hurricane can't afford it,
This is far and wide,
smoke in the fog,

Who has seen the flowers bloom!

you left,
you go too,

go away, take it with you

Those children Xinfang,
those loud,
tomorrow and tomorrow, after that
lonely ordinary
Who will support it?

One star is ideal, isn't it?

From now on, hang in the sky?

Wade, you are such a poet
You are so young, as if

The sky is just dawning, the bell is just ringing...

You said you were tired, kind of
Impatient and patient,

A rainbow bridge is torn down from the middle;

Willing to hear the cuckoo sing,
Believe that the bright moon will shine forever,
The cold light can be faintly reflected in the bottom of the water
half chain

Longing for

Your poet's hope!

Is Wade like that?

You feel tired, the melancholy of the world
you don't care;
The lotus leaf spreads with a smile
The poet's footsteps like floating smoke.

Do you only believe in the road outside the sky?

inspiration
It's you, it's flowers, it's dreams, it's been here,
Now it is like the wind that shakes me;
Tell the mountain nests where the days overlap;
Clear springs murmur and flow to wild rivers;
In the solitary forest there are fresh flowers blooming idle,
The fine fragrance often hangs in the quiet sky accompanied by the full moon;

And there are gods floating out of purple smoke,
The skirt of the shirt flutters and reflects in front of the mountain stream;

give people ideals and ideals

Spread fragrant flowers, let the hearts and hearts sing together;
Until the soul stretches into a galaxy,

Long and long flow a thousand songs in the sky!
It's you, it's flowers, it's dreams, it's been here,

Now like the wind, it shakes me;
To tell the day is so insane;
An unexpected string of bells rang in the middle.

Softly swaying in the branches; emerald emerald gold,

The setting sun, with its head lowered, showed another ray of brilliance.

No wonder the ancients forgot the dusk, the grass under their feet,

Gaoge ancient pine, looking at the sky with pride;
Leave sandalwood, wooden fish, folded palms,
Before the shrine, on the futon,
Outside the building and outside the building, the fantasy rainbow is dotted

The phoenix railing hangs the lights on the top of the tower!

Written by Huiyin in Beiping in October 24
Upstairs

what did you say?
duck, sun,
The moat on the city wall?
--I?

I'm thinking,
— not not listening —

what do you want
Once upon a time...

-

correct,

It's autumn too!

You have been there too,
you?The grove?

Do you still remember;

Mountain nest, red leaves like fire?
映影
The heart of the lake pours,

That static?

sky! ...

(Look how blue it is today!)

white clouds,

Like a wisp of smoke.

Who is wordy?

You love the walls here,

ancient tomb, long song,
Wild flowers bloom in the creeper.

ok i won't talk anymore
Once upon a time, only thought
We are upstairs in the ancient city

Nowadays,---

white dove,

(You must have known it was a white dove?)
Fly in front of you.

October 24
kite
look, that bit of beauty

Will flash into the sky!
a few pieces of color,

hold your wings,

Heart, decorated with a string of red.

swaying, it goes high,

happy by the sun
flash in space
a little face,
but no, don't get me wrong

Misunderstood its power,
Know the direction between heaven and earth!
it is just

light piece,
A bit of beauty

like hope, like a dream;
hold a long thread

The sky, dim—

Push it high and dance,
flying like clouds,
It also guessed that it wasn't itself,

It knows, knows it's the wind!

the eleventh day of the first lunar month

don't throw it away

don't throw it away

This past passion,
Now like water,

lightly
At the bottom of the cold mountain spring,
In the night, in the pine forest,
You still have to keep the truth!

The same is the moonlight,

The same is the lights across the mountain,

sky full of stars,

only make people invisible,
hangs like a dream,
You ask the night to go back
That sentence - you still have to believe
stay in the valley
There is that echo!

21 Summer
静院
You said that the yard is deep——

Beauty is never ready-made.

this silence,

At night, you count,

How much extravagance do you need?
The moon is full, the cries are far away,

Across the old willows, a wall, turned again,
First grade?Coincidentally, who is burning incense again...

The courtyard is full of scattered,

Maybe a fairy walked by,
Just bewildered, like a dream,...

Beyond the window sill or dark,

Or through a little light.

This is quiet, the yard is deep

—Some people also call it emotion—

Emotion, okay, you can point it out

Is there a breeze, so light
No sound, blowing cold?
Black roofs, one's own, others',

back hunching like a beast, and like

Lonely is screaming!
stone steps, though silent, you count,

How many layers to go down, go down,

Is there still a railing, slanted?

The shadow of the double tree to support?
By the way, in the corner

Someone has to keep their heads down.

Will forget and remember, - will think,
- that doesn't matter - or
The boat goes, a piece of water, or

The little song is sung loudly;
Or a pink-yellow flower on the branch,
I can't remember who, and to whom to admit my mistake!
How many years ago, —— Xia Ye.

someone said:
"Tonight, day,..." (Maybe it's an autumn night)
Through the vines again,
Pointing to the side, whispered, "Look,
There are so many stars! "

The man on the grass draws his shadow;

nod like that, go,

Someone laughed again,...

static, really, can you believe it

This flat piece--

Not only the moonlight, the galaxy,

Snow and fireflies are far away——

night, mood, progressive music,

if slow flick fingers

Can be as light as a cicada's wing,
You take it apart and see, there are many,
The mysterious fine net
how to hold the heaven and the earth deeply,
how to interweave

This delicate and ethereal wandering!

January 25

昼梦
昼梦
hanging yarn,
Can't trace the emotion that started
haven't bloomed yet
flexible as a

Creamy stems, entwined
under the gauze; silver light
Sometimes it shines, it goes and comes again;
coiled silk
Half lost in dreams.

The flowers bloomed, bloomed;
scattered collections,
Relaxed stretch,
One flower, those thousands of petals!

shake up the ineffable
Moment of emotion,

Majestic Peak—

A star in the sky...

Dim purple, deep red,
The sky is vast and blue,
It is the same color that overflows and soars...

deep,

And condensed——

quietly fragrant,

Niao Na was silent.

昼梦
hanging yarn,
untraceable emotions

bloomed;

Everywhere is fragrant,
Covered with Zen silence,

Occasionally swaying like a gossamer,

flickering double shadow;

sad or not sad
all nameless,

A flash of Pingting.

25 years of summer in Peking
over willow

Repeatedly knocking and asking the same heart,
Pieces of rosy clouds have been burned to ashes,
From one end of the street to the other,

It is also the same dusk that rushes into the dust.

Melancholy overwhelms all freshness,

It's strange that I can still see it on the street
Gwangyeon's entanglement emerges from the chaos,

A willow tree hangs in front of the dead building!
25 October [-]

meditate

My heart is as flat as the desert
Thought like an Arab alone;
Looking up to the sky alone

The strange rays of the setting sun far away,
Quiet, turn your ears to listen again

A string of camel bells in the distance.

In this white surrounding,

Everything is motionless like a frozen sculpture;
White robes, waist knives, long turbans,

The sky is like a wave, and the desert has the wind!

Occasionally, a little vibration flashes across the antenna,

A star appeared beside the remnant clouds.

late summer 25
Fantasy (four chapters outside)

All day's longing and longing is in vain,--

The sun pierces the shadows on the window lattice, all kinds of tricks.

Late autumn dreams far away, lonely like a poem,

I'm really afraid to see the light and shadow, sprinkled on the wall like flowers.

The days quietly only follow the rhythm of meditation,

Do move the simple song, like a bell ringing.

It's not when the light doesn't flow and the petals don't adorn,
It's a leak of heart but patience, I'm tired of this fantasy!

You came

You are here, you are here, the pavilions in the painting stand on the side of the mountain,
Symphony, from wind to wind, grass green to sky!
Who cares how many directions the sun casts?You and I

Just like the people in the painting turn around and disappear!
Here you come, blooming deep crimson,

The green duckweed covers the layer of late dreams on the pond,
The birds sing, the treetops are intertwined with branches, - the white clouds

But it was us, youhu turned over several layers of sky!
"September [-]th" walk around

The sky is covered with two layers of ashes this morning,
A pile of yellow leaves hovers on the ground,

Confused, I followed the cool wind,
Desolate streets and alleys, follow like snakes and rats!

I asked Autumn, and Autumn seemed to question me:

What is struggling in this dust and sand,
The yellow mist strangles the throat of the sky,

Is there only broken emotions left everywhere?
But I don't believe that the blood is still boiling;
Thoughts are not still spread in the streets how many floors;
Willing to let the passing horses and horses ruthlessly crush them,
When it blooms from the ground, another kind of completeness will come.

Fujikamae

——Passing Jingxinzhai Alone
Wisteria blooms

Gently smell the fragrance,
Nobody knows……

Wisteria blooms

Gently smell the fragrance,
Nobody knows.

No matter the building, the curved corridor is silent,
The white clouds in the blue sky go,

The pool is full of veins;

Duckweed scattered on the water,

Reflections hang under the water.

Wisteria blooms

Nobody knows!
In the blue sky white clouds go,
Small courtyard,

Inadvertently, I walked to the front of the flower.

Light fragrance, the wind blows
Playboy,

The wind blows past me,--

Looking at the speechless, purple dot.

traveling
I pack up a bundle and go,

Crossing a hillside pine tree,
Another small temple gate
In the earliest gust of wind in the morning.

I have no complaint in my heart, man or God;

The troubles in the world, even my
Shuo Zong,
It seems to be handed over to someone...

the sky ahead.

The water in the mountains is so clear,

The bridge in front of the mountain is so white,—

I don't know if the Creator recognizes it or not

draw by yourself

Countryman's hat, straw sandals,
Countryman temperament.

Walking in the countryside of Shandong in summer, 25 years of summer

Faith in the Red Leaf
Every year is not to see the red leaves of Xishan,
Who dares to look at the red leaves of Xishan?no
To hear strange birdsong, stop at
That quiet tree branch,
It's the footsteps that can't walk on their own——

Let's go, towards the ideal mountain col
Looking for dreams that have never been found:

A flower in a dream, a fragrance,

The setting sun hangs everywhere, the wind blows,

Turning around the white clouds, there is a tall building in a small corner.

The bell is already under my feet, the pine is the same as the pine
Standing and waiting, the mountains and fields are already
Playing up the extravagant late autumn in every way.

Where is the dream, your smile,

In a word, search in the clouds and waves,
I don't know where to fall?running water already
Gradually cold, carrying fallen leaves
Through empty stone bridges, white railings,

I can't bear to watch it again, Hongye last year

Like the footsteps that have been stepped on.

Well, look up, it's high, heart roll

As the white clouds float across the sky,
Don't count where to stop, go,

Believe that there are still rays of light thousands of miles away,
Like hope, remember the smoky color,
Not to weave a beautiful tomorrow,

Sing for the empty now, empty
Sad, empty and lingering, I should let it go

Be more brave, don't be afraid of getting involved

Mottled old wounds like gold and silver!

Look at the red leaves every year, the mountains repeat

Bleeding, mountains, hearts of stone

Never rely on the support of dreams, every night

The wind cuts through the earth like a sharp knife,
Silent and anxious lips at dawn,
Patiently still toward the blue sky, calling

Melons and fruits are finished in the wind and frost, showing luster,
He bleeds on the mountain and becomes a graveyard!

Calm, my steps, go slowly,

Don't believe who ever arranged a dream!

On the dead branches along the way, the birds never sang,
Xiaoyecaoxiangfeng is no longer spring.

stop!stop!The wind is the same as the cloud, the water is the same
All the algae called me to stop, saying that the dream
behind, butterfly swing ideal
Col with this current reality

Stone Road is still missing a link!
The more beautiful the yellow moonlight in the mountains
Hanging out from the top of the tree, the more I believe in dreams,

A flower in Xiehui's dream is a lie!

But I don't believe it!empty pride
Spinning in the autumn wind, my heart still cries
Ideal love and beauty, with white clouds
Competing; laughing and kissing with the setting sun; same tree,

Same flowers, same fragrance, even same autumn insects

Weeping in the crevices, want to go hand in hand;

With the frogs that leap and play in the water,

Blind to seek blind days again,—

Realistic enthusiasm paints another picture,

To collect red leaves all over the mountain as flowers!
This Xiao Xiao kept whimpering,

Passing by the ears and temples, there is still tenderness,

The shadows sway in the autumn light, the heart no longer

If you don't believe me, there are a bunch of questions outside the light and shadow!
My heart still doesn't believe it, just because it's afternoon,

The sun shines through the bamboo forest

Warmed the stones, the red hillsides,
There are two long shadows, you and me
In front of the pavilion and stone road,

Shallow blue waves next to the old tree trunk!
No lie in life can compare to this

The colors are more vivid!remember that piece

Golden days, coral-like delicate leaves

Hanging in the autumn wind, even if I feel

Heart bleeding, how to speak?
Who can ask this beautiful back

what is itWhen gambling, eyes shine,
Never regret the power of desperately betting;
It is said that any pain can be exchanged for any point,
One cent, one tiny ideal!

So the steps are still going on now,
Can't be yourself, can't stop!Although in the mountains

[-] colors, [-] changes,

All kinds of loneliness have surrounded this lonely shadow:

What's hot is reduced to lukewarm, what's warm is cold again,
Burnt yellow leaves crushed underfoot,

Brutally scattered the crumbs of yesterday,

The heart still doesn't ask why the footsteps are so stubborn,
The untraceable dream route,—

Still attached to the directionless side!
Xishan, I swear, pointing to Xishan,

Don't forget, today you, me, Hongye,

Connect into this bloody sorrow!
Know that my days are only fleeting

A few days, if next year you are with Hongye

Turn red into flames again, but I don't see you...

Deep purple, you need to add more
A symbol of depressed enthusiasm,

Write down that I once paid attention to the red leaves in the mountains,

Bleeding a pile of faith today!
山 中
The purple mountain embraces the red leaves and projects itself in front of the mountain,
People walk on the small stone bridge, chasing and missing a little bit.

The clouds outside the peak are inlaid with silver light in the deep blue sky,

You don't need to have yellow leaves under the bridge and people by the spring to remember summer!
Not because of a person walking alone, the road is more winding,

The portrait of the house with short white walls is still painted on the other side of the col,
Only this red leaf set replaces the layer of emerald green lost in people's memory,

Deep and shallow embrace the same mountain, melancholy like a thin layer of smoke.

A slanted blue shadow in the mountains, now the red radishes are scattered all around,

Millions of fallen leaves and flames are looking for mountains, rocks and thorns,

At that time, Huang Yuexia was sitting with innocent young people talking about love, I believe
The length of those three or two sentences is still hanging in the autumn wind like a star.

Autumn 1936
october alone
Like a soul lost in the street,
I looked at the face of October in the October sky.

I paint passion on the shadows in the fog
Quietly watching a group of flowing full moon.

I also see people passing by
In the shadows, staring at the waves

I count the dragon-like heads and tails on the railings on the bridge
It's like sitting on a lonely boat and stretching the fibers by yourself.

I feel like crying, like talking to myself.I'm even more sorry!
I am anxious, sympathetic, and my heart is as tight as a string,—

I said dumb, I know the dumb piano, a tune

Not sung, will the fingers of illusion end up on it?

Ancient city spring scene
The times cannot grasp the troubles of the times themselves,—

Hasty dissatisfaction, don't call it the whining of the age—

Turned into resentment again, gathering a pile of black smoke
Out of the chimney, the new concept stands opposite the ancient city building!
No wonder this tender gray, questionable spring
Want muddy yellow wind and sand, along the white cement street,
Lower your head again to find the lost romance
To the blue cloth cotton curtains, the swastika railings, still on the threshold of the old shop?
Searching, there is no need for novelty and new discoveries, old ones are guaranteed

Even older, needs emerald sugar cane for crutches

Come to support the small fruit stand under the city wall, the fresh red candied haws
Still shining, the strings are like old corals, not afraid of the dust of the new era.

(End of this chapter)