1. The Heart of the Lotus
Author: Ximurong
I, a blooming summer lotus,
How I wish,
You can see me now.
The wind and frost have not yet come to erode,
Autumn rain has not yet dripped,
The youthful season has left me again,
I have already been pavilion, not worrying, and not afraid.
Now, it is,
my most beautiful moment.
The door is locked,
After the fragrant smile,
who knows my lotus heart.
You are not destined to be here,
either too early or
too late.
2, a green lotus
Author: Rongzi
There is a low echo also into the past, look up,
Only the sinking cold starlight, illuminating the sky.
There is a green lotus, in the field of water,
thinking alone under the star and moon.
What can be viewed is the essence,
What can be recited is the fenmei, a green lotus.
There is a kind of moonlight haze, a kind of classical star-sunken lotus pond,
Crossing here and there in the wet and muddy and so cozy.
There is a vastness of thought, a veil of veils,
Strange and unable to look at each other.
Shape in shadow, shadow in water.
A lotus that quietly observes the heavens without making any noise.
Purple to the evening, to the sunset of the skylight,
Despite the lotus cover bearing water droplets, but you never cry,
Still have luxuriant verdure, still have the red flame of the yin and wan,
from the tantalizing cold waves of the Prime.
Note: Rongzi (1928- ), whose real name is Wang Rongzhi, married the poet Luo Men in 1955, and joined the Blue Star Poetry Society, where she presided over the editing of Blue Star Poetry Pages and Blue Star 1964. She has published a number of poetry collections, including The Collection of Green Birds (1963), South in July (1961), Rongzi's Poems (1965), and Fairy Tale City (children's poems, 1967).
3. Silence is a sleeping lotus flower
Author: Liu Zhanqiu
Silence is a sleeping lotus flower,
To the summer sun.
It is a fallen leaf from the deep mountains,
falling into the bottomless abyss.
It's a crowd of people swimming in the blue depths,
below the ever boisterous sea.
It is the face of a melancholy maiden,
flashing before a closed window.
It's a yellowed photograph,
the stubborn, loving eyes of stars,
a sudden stop in the middle of the band's fervent march,
a sudden stop.
Ah, silence, I love you sometimes out of place,
you are a stronger voice,
you are life in silence.
Note: Liu Zhanqiu (1935-) is a contemporary poet. A native of Wuhu City, Anhui Province. During his middle school years, he published poems in the magazine Progressive Youth, and from the late 1950s to the early 1960s, he published poems, essays, commentaries, novels and reportage works in newspapers and magazines. 1979, he joined the Chinese Writers' Association, and is now the vice president of the Poetry Magazine. He is now the deputy editor of Poetry Magazine.
4. Waiting for You in the Rain
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows.
The sound of cicadas sinking, the sound of frogs rising,
A pool of red lotus like red flame, in the rain.
It's the same whether you come or not, and I actually feel that
every lotus is like you.
Especially across the dusk, across such a fine rain,
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity.
Waiting for you, outside of time,
Waiting for you, within time, in a moment, in eternity.
If your hand were in mine, at this very moment,
If your fresh fragrance,
was in my nostrils, I'd say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace,
this hand should be,
shaking a handle of laurel pulp, in a magnolia boat.
A star hangs from the flying eaves of the Science Museum,
Ear drops dangle in general,
The Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come walking.
Step after the rain of the red lotus, fluttering, you come,
Like a small decree,
From an allusion to love, you come,
From Jiang Baishi's words, rhyming, you come.
5. Forever, I wait
Author: Yu Guangzhong
If in the morning I hear you pouring out, the most beautiful,
that verb, if I die that night.
What fear have I? When I love,
I shall love poignantly, if not magnificently.
Your beauty cleaves me for no reason, this summer,
Just stretch out your arms and a miracle will land.
In the palm of a spread out hand, there you land.
In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus,
such as the twilight of late summer, facing a pool full of fragrance,
facing the soul of quiet spontaneous combustion,
which, exactly, which one will promise me,
if I call out your little name?
As long as there is still pool, as long as there is still summer,
Why should a petal of red color meet you?
Lian is Zhen Zhen's nickname, lotus is Zhen Zhen,
One thought of Zhen Zhen, see the lotus is to see people.
As long as there is still in the heart, as long as there is still in the dream,
There is still a petal of clear warmth, that is, summer has been left,
that is, full of remnants of the stems, that is, the sky is a remnant of the star, not dead,
still is the soul of the lotus.
Forever, I'm waiting for you to part your lips, open your teeth, spit that verb,
Where love, far from forgetting. Anti-wounded.
Forever traumatized. My wounds,
Red to the point of shock, branded in the shape of a lotus flower.