Poetry in "Wild Grass"
"Grass"
Tang·Bai Juyi
Li Liyuan grows grass,
One year old and one prosperous.
The wildfire cannot be burned out,
The spring breeze blows and rekindles it.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road,
The clear green meets the deserted city.
Send the king and grandson off again,
The love is full of farewell.
An ancient poem about weeds?
Inscription of "Weeds" When I am silent, I feel fulfilled; when I speak, I feel empty at the same time.
The life of the past is dead.
I rejoice greatly in this death, for by it I know that it once lived.
The life of death has decayed.
I rejoice greatly in this decay, for I know by it that it is not empty.
It is my sin that the mud of life is abandoned on the ground. No trees grow, only weeds.
Weeds are not deep at all, and their flowers and leaves are not beautiful, but they absorb dew, water, and the blood and flesh of the dead, each of which robs it of its existence.
While it is alive, it will still be trampled on and cut down until it dies and decays.
But I am calm and happy.
I will laugh and I will sing.
I love my weeds, but I hate the ground decorated with weeds.
The underground fire is running and raging underground; once the lava erupts, it will burn out all the weeds and trees, leaving nothing to decay.
But I am calm and happy.
I will laugh and I will sing.
The world is so quiet that I cannot laugh or sing.
Even if heaven and earth were not so peaceful, I might not be able to.
I dedicate this tussock of wild grass as my pledge to friend and foe, man and beast, those I love and those I do not love, between light and darkness, life and death, past and future.
For my own sake, for the sake of friend and foe, man and beast, those whom I love and those whom I do not love, I hope that the decay of this wild grass comes quickly.
Otherwise, I would not have lived in the first place, which would be truly more unfortunate than death and decay.
Go away, weeds, even with my inscription!