Snow falls on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China ...
The wind,
closely follows
stretches out cold fingers
tugs at the skirts of pedestrians,
uses your land as old as
.
Tell you
I am also a descendant of farmers-
Because of your
wrinkled faces full of epilepsy
I can
know
the hardships of people living on the grassland
so deeply.
and I
am not happier than you
-lying on the river of time
the waves of suffering
have swallowed me up and rolled me up several times-
vagrancy and imprisonment
have lost the most precious days of my youth,
my life
is like your life
.
Snow has fallen on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China ...
Along the river on a snowy night,
a small oil lamp is moving slowly,
The light is reflected in the broken awning boat,
Who is sitting with his head down
?
-Ah, you
unkempt little woman,
Is your home
-that nest of happiness and warmth
has been burned down by a violent enemy
?
Isn't it
like this night,
without the protection of men,
in the horror of death
you have been teased by the enemy's bayonet. 7
Well, in such a cold night,
countless
our elderly mothers,
like foreigners
don't know tomorrow.
-and
the roads in China
are so rugged and
so muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China:
The cold is blocking China ...
In those areas gnawed by the bonfire,
countless land cultivators
lost their livestock
lost their fertile fields
crowded into the dirt lane of despair
life;
The hungry earth
reaches out to the dark sky
and reaches out to beg for help
with trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
It's as vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow falls on the land of China,
Cold is blocking China ...
China,
Can my feeble poem
written at night without lights give you some warmth?
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Yes,
The north is sad.
The desert wind blowing from outside the Great Wall
has swept away
the greenness of life in the north
and the brilliance of time,
-a dim grayish yellow,
covered with a layer of sand fog that cannot be uncovered;
That day, the roaring that rushed by,
brought terror,
frantically
swept through the desert of Yuan Ye
frozen in the cold wind of October;
villages,
ancient cities,
hillsides,
riverbanks,
crumbling walls and deserted graves,
all covered with earthy melancholy ...
lonely pedestrians,
leaning forward
covering their cheeks with their hands,
in the sand <
They bear the
painful weight of the land,
they are tired of walking,
they tread slowly on the
long and lonely road in the north ...
Those small rivers have dried up long ago
The bottom of the river has been painted with cars,
the land and people in the north
.
Dead trees
and low-rise houses are
sparsely
darkly
scattered under
a gloomy sky;
In the sky,
there is no sun,
only the wild geese that form a large group
are in confusion,
flapping their black wings,
calling out their anxiety and bitterness,
fleeing from this desolate region,
fleeing to the south of the green-shaded sky ... <
The Yellow River in Wan Li
is surging with turbid waves,
pouring disaster and misfortune to the vast north
;
And the wind and frost of the 198s,
depict
poverty and hunger in the vast north.
and I
, a traveler from the south,
love this sad northern country.
The blowing sand on my face
and the cold air to my bones
never made me curse;
I love this sad land.
It is a boundless desert.
It also arouses my reverence:
-I saw
our ancestors
leading the sheep,
attacking the flute,
immersed in the dusk of this desert ...
We were treading.
For thousands of years
They fought against nature here
,
They never suffered humiliation once to defend the land,
They died
and left us the land-
I love this sad land,
its vast and barren land.
I love this sad land
ancient land.
This land has nurtured
the hardest
and oldest race in the world that I love.
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The pond in winter,
Lonely as an old man's heart-
A bitter heart that has lived through the world;
In winter, the pond is
as dry as an old man's eyes-
It has been worn away by hard work;
The pond in winter is
as barren as an old man's hair-
as sparse and gray as frost grass
The pond in winter is
as gloomy as a sad old man-
An old man hunched under a gloomy sky.
-----------. And silence
From this foothill to that foothill
resounds
the sadness of the people in the north
On the day when the snow and ice are frozen
Between poor villages
Trolley
depicts the deep ruts on the gray loess layer
across the vast and desert with a single wheel. ---------------.
I saw a shining thing.
It inspired my heart like the sun.
It had a heavy rumbling sound on the horizon.
It roared and rolled ...
I was fascinated by it and cheered!
When I heard
from the side of the snowy mountain where the clouds were pressing, there came the rolling sound of a huge ship on an uneven road
like the bridegroom who went to the wedding ceremony
-even though I knew that what it brought me
was not a festival carnival
and laughter
on some juggling ground, it was a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses, < p!
I'm not weak-I'm not complacent,
I'm not someone who can comfort or deceive myself
I'm not satisfied with what the world has given me
-no matter the honor, Whether it's shame
, gloomy gaze, hatred like night
and happiness that people's eyes shine because of it
I feel empty in places you don't know
give my life to the world
I will always stretch my arms
I ask to climb mountains
I ask to cross the sea
I want to meet higher praise and greater slander. And a more deadly blow-
all because I want to rise from the deep ditch of time ...
Without an individual, the pain will be worse than mine-
I am loyal to and dedicated to the times, but I am silent
unwilling, like a captured prisoner
silent before being taken to the execution ground
I am silent. In order not to have enough loud words
like the thunder in early summer rolling through the cloudy sky
to express my passion to my wild cry
to dedicate myself to what makes me so excited and surprised
I love it more than anything I have ever loved
for its arrival, I am willing to give my life
to it from my inner body to my soul
I look so humble in front of it
I even want to lie on my back on the ground
Let its feet step on my chest like a road
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Her name is the name of the village where she was born.
She is a child bride.
Dayanhe is my nanny.
I am the son of the landlord;
He is also the son of Dayan River who grew up eating the milk from Dayan River.
Dayanhe raised her family by raising me,
and I was raised by eating your milk,
Dayanhe, my nanny.
Dayan River, today I saw the snow, which reminded me of you:
your grave covered with grass under the pressure of snow,
the dead wafei at the eaves of your closed former residence,
your garden with a square foot pawned,
the mossy stone chair in front of your door,
Dayan River. Today I saw the snow, which reminded me.
You hold me in your arms with your big palm and touch me;
After you set up the stove fire,
After you swatted off the charcoal ash from the apron,
After you tasted that the rice was cooked,
After you put the black sauce bowl on the black table,
After you mended the clothes torn by the thorns on the hillside for your sons,
After you wrapped the children's hands cut by the firewood knife, <
I am the son of the landlord.
After I ate all the milk from your Dayan River,
I was taken back to my home by my parents who gave birth to me.
ah, Dayanhe, why are you crying?
I'm a new guest in my parents' house!
I touch the furniture carved with red paint,
I touch the golden pattern on my parents' bed,
I stare blankly at the plaque of "Happy Family" I don't recognize,
I touch the silk and shell buttons of the newly changed clothes,
I look at my unfamiliar sister in my mother's arms,
I sit on the painted one. Because I
I became a new guest in my parents' home.
Dayanhe, in order to make a living,
after she drained all her lotion,
she began to work with her arms that hugged me;
She washed our clothes with a smile on her face.
With a smile on her face, she went to the frozen pond at the edge of the village with a vegetable basket.
She cut radish with ice crumbs.
With a smile on her face, she took out the spent grains eaten by pigs.
She smiled and fanned the fire of the stew stove.
Dayan River, who loves her baby deeply;
In the New Year's Festival, I'm busy cutting candy for him.
For him, I often go quietly to her home near the village.
For him, I go to her and call "Mom",
Dayan River, and stick his red and green Guan Yunchang
on the wall beside the stove.
Dayan River,
.
Dayanhe once had a dream that can't be told to people:
In the dream, she was eating her baby's wedding wine,
sitting in a splendid ceremony,
and her beautiful daughter-in-law affectionately called her "mother-in-law"
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Dayanhe died before her dream woke up.
When she died, the breast was not at her side.
When she died, her husband, who used to beat and scold her, also shed tears for her.
Five sons all cried sadly.
When she died, she whispered the name of her breast,
Dayanhe, who was dead.
When she died, the breast was not at her side.
Dayan River, tearful!
With the bullying of more than forty years' human life,
with the misery of countless slaves,
with a coffin of four dollars and a few bundles of straw,
with a few feet of land for burying coffins,
with the ashes of paper money in one hand,
Dayan River, she left in tears.
This is what Dayanhe doesn't know:
Her drunken husband has died,
The eldest son became a bandit,
The second one died in the smoke of gunfire,
The third, fourth and fifth
And I, I am writing a spell to give this unfair world.
When I returned to my hometown after a long drift,
I was on the mountainside.