"Restricting" Borges, a Classic Collection of Foreign Poetry
I can't remember a line from Wei Erlun.
There is an adjacent street, and I can't go any further.
There was a mirror, and I took one last look.
There is a door, and I will close it until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library, there is one.
I'll never open it again? I'm watching them.
I will be fifty years old this summer.
Keep torturing me, death!
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In the park, Preville
A thousand years, ten thousand years.
hard to say
The eternity of this moment
You kissed me.
I kissed you.
In winter, in the hazy morning.
Early in the morning in Monsuri Park.
The park is in Paris.
Paris is a city on the ground.
The earth is a star in the sky.
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"Attention" Williams
I have already eaten.
Put it in a certain position
In the fridge.
plum
they
It could be you.
Save breakfast.
edible
I'm sorry
they
It tastes great.
So sweet
It's too cold.
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Rilke's "hunch"
I am surrounded by a flag in the vast space.
I think the wind is blowing from all directions, so we must be patient.
Everything below me has not happened yet:
The door is still closed gently, and there is no sound in the chimney;
The window hasn't been shaken, and the dust is still heavy.
I recognized the storm and was as excited as the sea.
I spread out and leaned on myself,
Throw yourself out again and be alone.
In a big storm.
Rilke, a famous foreign inspirational short poem "Heavy Moment"
Who is crying in a corner of the world at the moment,
Crying in the world for no reason,
Cry for me.
Who is laughing somewhere at night at the moment,
Laughing at night for no reason,
Laugh at me.
He is walking somewhere in the world at the moment,
Walking in the world for no reason,
Walk towards me.
Who is being executed somewhere in the world at the moment?
Died in the world for no reason,
Look at me.
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Rilke in Autumn.
Lord, it's time. Summer is its peak.
Put your shadow on the sundial,
Let the wind blow through the pasture.
Let the last fruit of the branch be full;
Give the south two more days of fine weather,
Let them mature and put them
The last sweetness was squeezed into spirits.
No one needs to build a house at this time.
At this time, whoever is lonely will always be lonely.
Wake up, read, write long letters,
Stay on the tree-lined road
Wandering and falling leaves.
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Ji Bolun on children.
Your child is not your child,
what's up Life? For the children I long for.
They came through you, but not from you,
Although they are with you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them love, but don't give them thoughts.
Because they have their own ideas.
You can cover their bodies, but you can't cover their souls.
Because of their souls, living in? Tomorrow? In the house,
That's beyond your wildest dreams.
You can try to imitate them, but you can't make them look like you.
Because life is not backward and irrelevant? Yesterday? Stay together.
You are bows, your children are arrows of life on strings.
Sagittarius has set unlimited goals, which makes you full of divine power.
So his arrow shoots fast and far.
Give you to the shooter? Bend over? Be a happy person;
Because he likes flying arrows and stationary bows.
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An ode to love, the New Testament? 1 Corinthians
Love is patience and kindness.
Love is not jealousy.
Love is not boasting. Don't be arrogant.
Don't be shy. Don't seek your own interests.
Not easy to get angry. It's not evil
Do not like injustice. Only like the truth.
Everything is tolerant. Believe everything.
Have hope for everything. Be patient in everything.
Love never stops.