Do you know life? Do you understand,
Do you want it to repeat itself? You are wandering in place.
Sit down, don't always look back, move forward!
Stand up and puff out your chest again, that's life.
O path of life; is it only sweat of forehead, thorns on the body, dust of servants, pain in the heart, but not love and morning?
Continue, continue to climb; at hand is the summit.
Don't hesitate, stand up, lift up your chest, will you give up hope?
Don't you feel it? There is a silent language in your ears,
It has no tone, but you must hear it.
It comes with the wind, with the fresh air,
lifting your ragged garments,
drying your sweaty forehead and cheeks,
wiping away the remaining tear stains from your face.
On this evening when darkness is approaching,
it combs your gray hair, so patiently, so slowly.
Stick out your chest to meet the blue sky of the morning sun,
the light of hope has risen on the horizon.
Taking firm steps, determining the direction, trusting in my support
Swiftly pursuing it forward ......
"Under the Moon" - Fet [Rus]
I walk with you,
in the moon's clear light.
My heart is getting drunk,
in the mysterious silence.
The pond is like a shining mirror,
The grass is whimpering unceasingly,
The mill, the stream, and the distance have been immersed
in the moon's clear light.
Able to grieve? Able not to live?
In this enchanted world.
We walk in silence,
in the clear light of the moon.
"Cambrian" - Lin Xi
The story begins with a pair of glass slippers
At first Cinderella had no memories
Didn't understand how beautiful the little prince was
Until the first linden grew in the Garden of Eden
We learned to be alone
Walking and searching in Swan Lake
Everyone has an ending in the end
Just after stepping through the glass slipper
Where did your little prince run off to
The butterfly's rose may still remain in the Cambrian period of hundreds of millions of years ago
Fearing that the mirror is finally too late
To meet
"That Not My Paradise"-Yi Mingzhu
That's not my paradise,
If there's no wind and flowers there,
Paradise, too, is not what I aspire to.
I yearn for the wind-
I yearn for the wings of the roc.
The wind beneath the roc's wings,
Sweeps the clouds of the nine heavens and moves the waves of the ten thousand miles.
I yearn for the flowers-
I yearn for the warrior's grave Xieng Khouang.
The flowers among the warriors' graves
float with the strange scent of undying chivalry.
I yearn for the snow-
I yearn for the high cold.
Snow that falls from the high cold,
draws long streams of unending spring.
I yearn for the moon -
I yearn for the maiden's dreamland.
The moon that hangs over a maiden's dream,
is the mind peering innocently.
And yet I do not yearn for heaven,
If there are no winds and flowers there,
Paradise, too, is not what I yearn for.
Farewell to Kangqiao - Xu Zhimo
Gently I go,
just as I gently come;
I gently wave my hand,
as I bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.
The golden willows along the river
are the bride in the sunset
the colorful shadows in the waves,
swirling in my heart.
The green yellow floating heart on the soft mud,
oiled and waving at the bottom of the water;
in the soft waves of the Kang River,
I am willing to be a water plant
The pool under the shade of the trees,
is not a clear spring, it is a rainbow in the sky
crumbled between the floating algae,
deposited with rainbow-like dreams.
Dreams? Holding a Penny,
To the grass is even more green roaming,
Laden with a boat full of starlight,
In the starlight splendor to sing
But I can't sing,
Silence is the parting of the psaltery;
Summer bugs are also silent for me,
Silence is the Kangqiao tonight!
Quietly I go,
just as I came quietly;
I wave my sleeve,
without taking away a cloud.
-Written on November 6, 1928, and first published on December 10, 1928, in the monthly magazine New Moon, Volume 1, Number 10, signed by Xu Zhimo.
"When You" - Rollo
When you can't find peace within yourself
Secluded nature can only make you lonely
When you can't find strength within yourself
The vast river that rushes on day and night
Can only flow past you In vain
Life is like a mirror
Don't look in vain for the light you long for from its backside
Life is like a train over the mountains
Don't despair when you enter the tunnel
The exit is at the end of the tunnel
And the train is moving forward
Night Songs for the Amalfi --[American] Tisdale
I look up and ask the starry night sky,
What shall I give to my lover-
The night sky replies to me with silence,
Loneliness, O God.
I look up and ask the dim sea,
There are fishermen running on the sea,
The sea replies to me with silence,
The lower world, O Loneliness.
Oh, I can gift him weeping too,
I can gift him a sad song too
But how can I gift him silence for life
!
"Two Days" - Xu Yu
I have only two days
I have never been sure
One day for birth, one day for death
I have only two days
I have never been sure
One day for hope, one day for despair<
I have only two days
Every day I fantasize
One day is used to think of you, one day is used to think of me
I have only two days
I've never grasped
One day is used to pass by, the other day is still passing by ......
"Autumn --Gu Cheng
The night is the stagnant years,
the years are the flowing night.
You stop at the door,
and turn back, handing me a short glimpse.
Is this parting?
Is everything to be forgotten?
Like the passing of a glorious fall,
everywhere shall be covered with cold white snow.
I cherish the fruit,
but do not fear this empty rejection.
As long as the heart drinks hot blood,
there will be no waning season in the future!
Autumn winds shake the stars,
Oh, that's eternity writing in the sky;
Yes, a glimpse is enough,
I should already thank you y.
Far Away - Andrew Wyeth
That day was so far away
Far away on wings
Even though love is still
Still to let the memories flow
You picked up your own little bag
You walked into a place no one else could reach. far beyond the reach of others
You look at the lilacs on the other side of the wind
You pick up old sorrows in the fields
I know that's the direction of your heart
Having this nostalgia
This snowy hearth
will be a joyful wandering
So for a whole rainy season
I keep the Sunshine
Guarding the overwintered wheat fields
Playing and singing softly of those shining days
"Solo Autumn Pool" - He Yang
The maple leaves have fallen for a time
The days are cooler
Sitting beside Zen Stream
The winds are cold in the dead of night
No desire
Lost in meditation
A clear, crisp resting place
Contained in nine curves
Autumn has gone
Who's despondent
Desired to write a note
Reciting alone in an autumn pool
Difficult, difficult, difficult
Silent waters
Reflected in the moonlight
A clear silhouettedraws my face
very thin and long
The Pale Clouds Swim in a Long Journey
Love, Don't Be a Prisoner
Don't Outlaw Other People's Freedom Just for the sake of Your Coziness
It is always best to not get it, because you can't have it.
It's always best not to get it
Too much is too much
Less is sadness, but more is sorrow
The river flows in the autumn in a gentle stream
The mist is light
The rain is light
The clouds are light
It is for the sake of parting
This is for the sake of parting. -Lobai
It was for the sake of parting that fate
arranged for us to meet
I didn't expect it to be at first sight
Moreover, I didn't expect that my heart would be heavy after I left with a smile
There's a feeling that's very blurred
but profound
It was the shiver that ran through my veins when I kissed you. And as much as I think about you, I can't describe your sad smile
There's a feeling that's true
But it's hazy
If you ask me why I love you
I can't answer that, but I love you
It gives me a deep shiver
I don't have to beg to be with you all day
I just hope
that you're not the only thing that matters. I only hope
that this sadness will be cherished by you
when you've been through all the changes
maybe you'll say that you once loved me
"Last Night's Fog" - Yin Ling
How do you make a rose
a delicate rose
?And it doesn't dry up so fast
When you keep starting over
and forgetting
Don't you know
If you don't keep going
You can't make a
Really come back
A thousand stretched out wings
How about a pair of shoes that stay on the ground
There was fog last night
There was fog last night
There was fog last night
Where there was fog last night
Were fog last night? There was a fog
In the fog did stand
A waiting
The tree
"Alone" - [Ichigo Poetry Club]
Sadness has been wrapped around you
Nerves like a street, you can't tell what's going on
Long hard to bear
Not much to smile about.
Not much of a smile
People wonder if you're depressed
Many temptations have put me in the wrong place
Talking to you
I feel like a clown
It's still nighttime
You're standing in the wind in the middle of winter, with your eyes full of emotion
What are you thinking of again?
Like a faraway place, I send out postcards
All day long I am distracted
The Lord's gift! He made me
choose the right time
Then you were on your knees, praying in a low voice
The books were wet with tears like soybeans
And from that moment on I became tender
At once:
With my back to the starlight, I counted from one
To one hundred
My heart began to be transparent and pure
.This makes you easy to turn into an excuse
To hang carefully inside
Nightmare-memory
To record the grace of the human world
To be grateful for the rapture of your veins as they coagulate
To be alone facing the bamboo forests, waiting for the loss of Autumn
To learn to smile at the dust
Hidden deep in the darkness
just right. To keep a certain secret, not to share it with others
Sometimes you are silent, not saying a word
Sometimes you climb the ruins of your hometown, sniffing the bodies of your comrades
and remembering the Prophet.
"Meteor" - Tina Yu
The meteor cuts through the sky,
it is the sword of the night god that cuts through the long sky,
heralding that,
only by putting the past into complete oblivion,
can the soul be reborn.
Meteor -
the end of yesterday,
the starting point of the future.
Meteor falling into the sky,
is a brilliant tassel burning the night sky,
just as,
good feelings are always accompanied by hurt,
that is the forensic of love,
the brightest blossom of life.
Meteor--
The destruction of the moment,
creates the beauty of eternity.
Meteors across the sky,
That's the galaxy of lovers' tears,
That's the promise written down in the mountain oath.
Meteor--
Transient happiness,
Transient love.
"The Chrysanthemum" - Tangent
Darkness
moves to the stamens of the chrysanthemum
Who is far away
Under the quiet stone
A sigh
Is as if it were a wandering thread
And there's someone else
Who stands in the wind
His eyes
have
been drifting
But I
don't let the intensity of the night
give up on recognizing
the warmth of the incense
near me
My heart
has brightened
whose gaze?
It is I who see the eyes of the
chrysanthemums!
Love of Life - Wang Guozhen
I don't wonder if I can succeed
Since I've chosen a faraway place
I only care about the wind and the rain
I don't wonder if I can win the love
Since I love the rose
I'm brave enough to I don't think about the cold wind and rain behind me
Since the goal is the horizon
The only thing left for the world to see is my back
I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy
As long as I love life
Everything is as it should be
Love Is All Around Us --[German] Goethe
When the morning sun reddens the sea,
I think of you;
When the moonlit night pierces the flowing spring,
I think of you again.
Whenever the dust of sand rises on the distant road,
I see you;
When the wanderer worries on the wayward road in the deep night,
I see you too.
The waves are up, and in the deep sound of the waves,
I hear thee;
All is quiet, and in the secluded forests where I often go to listen to nature,
I hear thee too.
I am beside you, though you seem to be in that far-off place.
You are this close to me!
The sun is setting, and in a moment the stars will twinkle at me.
Oh, how wonderful it would be if you were there, too!
"In Front of the Door" - Gu Cheng
How I wish, there was a doorway
In the morning, the sun shines on the grass
We stand
Holding on to our own windows and doors
The door is low, but the sun is bright
The grass is bearing its seeds
The wind is shaking its leaves
It's very beautiful when we stand and don't speak
It's very beautiful when there's a door and it doesn't have to be opened
It's ours
In the depths of my mind - Fujimura Shimazaki
In the depths of my mind ,
hides a difficult secret.
Now I am a living offering,
who knows but you.
If I were a bird,
I would fly around in front of your window,
from morning to night without stopping my wings,
and sing to you the love songs from my heart.
If I were a shuttle,
I would let your white fingers
weave my springtime longing
into a yarn and weave it into a cloth.
If I were a blade of grass,
I would grow in the wild and pave the ground for you.
I'd let you trample me into the mud if only I could kiss your feet
I'd let you trample me into the mud.
Sighs overflow my bedding,
Worries soak my pillow.
Before the morning bird wakes me up,
the bed is already wet with tears.
Even if I have a thousand words,
how can I express my heart?
Only with my hot heart,
Send a song to you.
Farewell Kangqiao
Gently I left,
just as I gently came;
I gently waved my hand,
as I bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows along the river,
are the bride in the sunset;
the colorful shadows in the waves,
swirl in my heart.
The green floating heart on the soft mud,
oiled and waving under the water;
in the soft waves of the Kang River,
I am willing to be a water plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm,
is not a clear spring,
it is a rainbow in the sky;
crumbled among the floating algae,
precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Finding dreams? Holding a Penny,
To the grass is even more green back;
Laden with a boat full of starlight,
In the starlight splendor to sing.
But I can't play a song,
Silence is the parting psalm;
Summer bugs are silent for me, too,
Silence is tonight's Kangqiao!
Quietly I go,
just as I come quietly;
I wave my sleeve,
without taking away a cloud.
1928.11.6 China at sea
One sentence comment: the masterpiece of the Crescent School, the most widely circulated, as his love.
Three. Dai Wangshu
Rainy Alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long
and lonesome rainy alley,
I hoped to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sadness.
She has the color of lilacs,
the fragrance of lilacs,
the sadness of lilacs,
sadness in the rain,
sadness and wandering;
She wanders in the lonesome rainy alleys,
with an umbrella in her hand
Like me,
She has the color of lilacs,
and the sadness of lilacs,
She is a woman who has the sadness of lilacs,
and the sadness of lilacs,
She is a woman who has the sadness of lilacs. Like me,
Silently walking,
Cold, desolate, and despondent.
She approached
She approached silently
And casting
a too-breathless gaze,
She drifted by
Dreamlike,
Disturbed and confused as a dream,
Like a branch of lilacs drifting by in a dream,
Like this woman drifting by me;
She Silently far, far away,
to the decaying hedge wall,
walking all down this rainy lane.
In the rain's dirge,
dissipated her colors,
dispersed her fragrance,
dissipated, even her
taiyo-like vision, lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
wandering in the long, long
and lonely rainy alleys,
I hope to float past
a lilac-like
girl with sadness.
One sentence comment: The Yi in poetry, singing an elegy of history.
Four. Yu Guangzhong
Nostalgia
Hours ago, nostalgia was a small stamp
I was here, my mother was there
When I was growing up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket
I was here, my bride was there
Later on, nostalgia was a short grave
I was there, my mother was there
And now, nostalgia is a shallow bay. Now, nostalgia is a shallow strait
I'm at this end, the mainland is at that end
One sentence comment: The stormy encounter of a generation can be compared with Yu Youren's "National Elegy". Attached is the original poem:
Bury me on a high mountain and look at my continent.
The mainland is not visible, so I can only cry bitterly!
Bury me on a high mountain and look to my hometown.
My hometown is invisible, but I will never forget it!
The sky is pale, the field is vast,
Above the mountain, the country is in mourning!
V. In the field
If we don't go to war
If we don't go to war
The enemy killed us with bayonets
And pointed his finger at our bones and said
Look! This is a slave
One comment: reminds me of the national anthem, also by Tanaka. In times of peace, think of danger and struggle to achieve!
Six. Zeng Zhuo
I looked away
When I was young
Occasionally looking up in the ocean of life
Looking away at sixty, like looking away
A far away port
Experienced stormy weather, shocking waves
And now that I have reached it, sometimes looking back
Looking away at the time of my youth, like I look away
Lost in the smoke of my hometown
One comment: The heart of a young man is a little crazy, and now you're at home in all four corners of the world! (Xu Wei)
VII. Gu Cheng
Generation
The night gave me black eyes
But I am destined to use them to find the light
One sentence comment: the scars of the generation of the Cultural Revolution, the choice of the perfect poet.
VIII. Beidao
Response
Vile is the passport of the vile,
Noble is the epitaph of the noble,
Behold, in that gilded sky
drifts the bent reflection of the dead.
The glacial age is past,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope is found,
Why are there a thousand sails in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
with only paper, rope, and figure,
in order to read the voices of those sentenced,
before the judgment.
Tell you what, world
I-don't-phase-it!
Even if you have a thousand challengers at your feet,
then count me as the one thousand and one.
I don't believe that the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe that there is no retribution for death.
If the ocean is doomed to break its banks,
Let all the bitter waters pour into my heart,
If the land is doomed to rise,
Let mankind choose anew the peaks of existence.
New turnings and shining stars,
are adorning the uncovered sky.
That's five thousand years of hieroglyphics,
that's the eyes of the future people gazing.
One comment: with these people, China also has hope and future!
Nine. Luo Bing
Evening bell
Evening bell rings from the city side
Fly serene wings
Please return to your home if you have one
Please walk into that sunset if you don't have one
Evening bell rings from the sunset's eyes
Outflow serene bleakness
Please come over here to sing together if you love me
Those who hate me, please avoid the moonlight
The evening bell tolls from the dreams of the new moon
The quiet sadness falls
The living still habitually wipes away their tears
The dead are gone, please return to your paradise
The evening bell tolls from the heavenly heavens
The starry night echoes from above
Those who are waking up, keep your dreams safe
Those who are asleep, keep your dreams safe
Those who are asleep, keep your dreams safe
Those who are sleeping, please come and sing with me. p>
Sleeping people, please forget everything
One comment: a pair of life's cool loose, let go of it!
Ten. Haizi
Facing the sea, flowers blossoming in spring
From tomorrow, be a happy man
Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world
From tomorrow, care for food and vegetables
I have a house, facing the sea, flowers blossoming in spring
From tomorrow, correspond with every loved one
Tell them of my happiness
that the lightning of happiness told me
I will tell everyone
give a warm name to every river and every mountain
Stranger, I also wish you blessings
may you have a splendid future
may you have a lover
may you get happiness in the earthly world
I also wish to face the sea and blossom in spring
One comment: as long as the heart is bright, death is also beautiful