(Ye Saining)
At my window,
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Sparkling snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around,
Sunset,
It sent branches covered with snow,
And put on the upper silver brilliance.
Song of the dog
(Ye Saining)
In the morning, in the hut where rye is stored.
Against a row of golden bags,
This bitch gave birth to seven puppies-
They all have brown fluff.
Bitches spoil them all day,
Lick them with your tongue.
Thick milk is like melted snow,
As the body temperature flows in the abdomen.
At night, when the chicken enters the nest,
The master walked out the door with a straight face.
Seize these seven little things,
Put it all in your pockets.
The bitch ran through the snowdrift,
Follow your master closely. ...
There is no frozen water there.
Ripples that have been shaking for a long time
When it licks off the hot sweat on the ribs,
Walk back feebly,
It thinks that the crescent moon on the roof
Just like one of its puppies.
It looks up at the blue sky,
Let out a wail of anger,
Divide the crescent moon, slide across the zenith,
Dive into fields and hills.
People threw stones at it derisively,
It is indifferent to this "reward",
Only golden stars.
Rolling in the eye socket, dripping on the snow.
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Ding Lu translation
I remembered
(Ye Saining)
I remember, honey, I remember.
The flash of your soft hair;
Fate let me leave you,
My heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights,
The leaves of birch trees rustle;
May the days be short,
May the moonlight shine longer.
I remember you saying to me:
"The good old days are about to become the past,
You'll forget me, dear,
Pairing with other girlfriends. "
Today, the bodhi tree is in bloom again.
Cause infinite melancholy in my heart;
How gentle I was then,
Sprinkle petals on your curly hair.
Ah, it's annoying to love others.
My heart won't get cold,
It will think of you from others,
Like reading a beloved novel.
The simplicity of ancient traditions
Amazingly simple
Fresh and simple happiness