From the old days, when the stars were brilliant, to the present day, when the stars are on the sea, the journey is long, the starry sky has long been a beautiful, mysterious, poetic qualities, and has become a beautiful image of the people chanting.
Stars
By Ba Jin
I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. Once upon a time in my hometown, I loved to look at the densely packed stars in the sky when I was cooling off in the courtyard on July and August nights. Looking at the starry sky, I will forget everything, as if back to the mother's arms.
Three years ago in Nanjing, where I lived, there was a back door, and every night when I opened it, I saw a silent night. Below was a vegetable garden, and above was a blue sky dense with star clusters. Starlight is tiny to our naked eye, yet it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time I was reading some books about astronomy, and I also recognized some stars, as if they were my friends, and they were often talking to me.
Gradually my eyes blurred, and I seemed to see countless fireflies dancing around me. The night at sea is soft, silent and dreamy. I looked at the many recognizable stars, I seemed to see them blinking at me, I seemed to hear them whispering. At that moment I forgot everything. In the arms of the stars I smiled and I slept. I felt like a little child, now sleeping in my mother's arms.
One night the Englishman who had come aboard at Colombo pointed out to me the giants in the sky. He pointed with his finger: the four bright stars were the head, the lower ones were the body, these were the hands, those were the legs and feet, and the three stars were sort of a girdle. After he pointed it out, I really saw the giant in the sky clearly. Look, that giant is still running!
Reader: Beichen
The Market in the Sky
By Guo Moruo
The distant street lights are bright,
as if they are shining with countless stars.
The stars in the sky are present,
as if they were lit with countless streetlights.
I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.
I think there must be a beautiful marketplace, and some of the things displayed in the marketplace
must be rare in the world.
Look, the shallow river of heaven,
it must be not very wide.
The cowherd and the weaving maiden across the river
must be able to come and go on their oxen.
I think they are now
wandering in the streets of heaven.
If you don't believe me, look at the shooting stars,
even if they are walking with lanterns.
The stars hang high in the sky
By [German] Heine
The stars hang high in the sky
Motionless for millions of years
They look at each other from afar
Full of love's pain.
They speak a language,
so beautiful, so meaningful,
that no linguist in the world,
can understand it.
But I have learned this language,
and have memorized it,
and the grammar for my learning,
is the face of my beloved.
In the night when everything is silent
You look at the stars shining in the sky
What do you feel in your heart?
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