Darkness, silence,
This is everything;
A few rare stars in the sky,
The dog, the bellboy, all rang in the distance.
The grass on the front steps seems to be swaying.
The frog jumped into the water in the mud pond.
There was a loud noise,
"The night wind is good!"
1933 winter night on June 24th.
Louder voices seem to bring the seriousness of the night,
Loneliness hangs over the quiet shadow on the wall,
Silently facing a book in front of me, tired.
Trees may have shrunk in the strong wind,
At night, I don't know when there is silence.
The wind and sand rolled up in the yard;
A dark past dimly reflected in my mind,
There was a shrill cry of selling in the distance.
(1934)165438+1October 3rd.
night watchman
The streets on winter nights have lost their noise.
Footsteps and shouts, people's anger and smiles.
Like a distant dream, a faint light.
There is a deep light on his face.
Lonely, like the ghost of Shan Ye,
He silently walked from the street into the alley;
When there is a sound, life disappears.
Into sound, drifting into the distant void;
Wandering in confusion to the warm sleeping place.
Be wary of travelers' hesitation at midnight;
A cold wind blew into the air from the street,
The barking of dogs in the deep alley echoed sadly.
Leaving the night sky behind,
A pair of footsteps walked towards the night,
Looking forward to the sunrise is like looking forward to the endless road.
He can only look for dreams when chickens crow.
1936 1 1 month
Endless nights
I am an old man. I watched in silence.
This confusing night.
I woke up and fell asleep, fell asleep and woke up,
But it's always the same, dark waves,
Flowing through countless islands from distant ancient capitals,
The voice of the same Lu Chen is broken.
My ears: countless people are still alive and dead.
Those dissolute sleepwalkers, solemn
Ghosts drag zombies down the street,
Whisper passionately in a woman's ear
Skeptics, cold-blooded pessimists,
Like bedbugs, in restaurants, shops,
Blood-sucking animals crawling in theaters and garages,
I've seen all these. I can't stand it.
I am old, and I have no strength.
Just lie in bed and wait quietly.
However, there are always vicious laughter,
From the dark sunshine, the windows of high-rise buildings
Under the lampshade of the cave, there is also "New China"
Sofa, jazz and English conversation are the most fashionable.
Funeral. -It's such a crowded group,
Smiling faces touch smiling faces, cunning deceives cunning,
These ghosts are the reincarnation of flattery and conspiracy.
Under the wall, I can hear the future.
Madam ambassador, Jane, as a secretary, expert and factory owner,
Received warm applause and applause.
Oh, I've heard all this. I can't stand it.
But my children went to war,
My lovely children are working hard,
They went to kill the pirates who ate people. )
I lay quietly in bed. night
Shake my heart and keep me awake,
Because in some terrible hallucinations,
I always think about the future fate of my children.
I thought and thought, poor energy.
Torture me, dark waves beat me,
It eroded my happiness. What time?
I can move that heavy stone tablet,
Isolated on the grass on the edge of the grave
The curse of death and the hazy life?
There are many old people's youth hidden under it.
But my strong child went to war,
They went to kill the most evil pirate.
In order to miss and expect, I swallowed into the night.
Persistent hyperemia ...
1April 940
The above is Mu Dan's.
Night in the south
We sat quietly by the lake,
Listen to the swallows tell us about the quiet night in the south.
They brought the quiet night in the south,
At night, reeds evaporate with strong passion. ——
I feel the intoxication of the southern night,
Please also smell the strong smell of this reed.
You said that a big bear is always like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it will make you cold all over.
At this time, the swallows skimmed the water gently.
Stars are scattered on the lake. ——
Please look at the stars in this lake.
The starry sky in the south is such a scene.
You said you suspected the ginkgo pine over there.
It seems that the snow on the tree has never melted.
At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree.
Sing a warm song. ——
Please listen to the swallow's song.
This is the scene in the southern forest.
Always feel that we are not tropical.
Our chests will always be as calm as autumn and winter.
Swallow says there is a rare flower in the south.
I was alone for 20 years before I opened it once. ——
At this time, I feel a flower hidden in my chest.
It will open like a fire in this quiet night!
—— 1929
night
I'm afraid of the night,
The suffocation it brings makes people feel that death is approaching.
But it always comes on time,
Never hesitate for anyone.
Night, it's dark.
It's so dark that I have nowhere to look for you.
Hands scratching helplessly in the air.
It is really dark at night.
It was so dark that I couldn't see myself clearly.
No one can ask whether this is a dream or a wake-up.
Night, very quiet.
Quiet ears, vigilant search for a trace of life,
It always tightens the nerves of fear.
The night is really quiet.
Quiet enough to hear the sound of blood flow and cell degeneration,
Pushed people into a black paint with nowhere to escape.
The sound of "cheep, cheep, cheep" broke the silence.
Listen, listen, listen. ...
Oh, it was a mouse biting an old desk and chair.
The tables and chairs stood quietly,
Let others bite its body,
Is that its broken soul has nowhere to gather,
And give up the drive that represents life?
The searching hand finally stopped,
I didn't catch anything, but my hands were too tired to move.
Whether dreaming or waking up, they are still drifting.
Where are you who can give me an answer?
I'm afraid of the night,
But it always comes on time,
Never hesitate for anyone!
Dai Wangshu in Autumn Night
Who moves the knife ruler?
The heart also needs autumn clothes.
Listen to Jiao Ren's call,
Listen to Konoha's breath!
The wind blows from all directions,
Eavesdropping on the broken voice inside.
The poet said: the heart is a piano.
Who has heard of ancient Chun Xue?
Comfort for the dead who know the truth,
Someone hung it on the treetop,
For the sake of nature-
But the floating sound I've heard before.
And broken paulownia, Wu Si,
It will only make people think of the New Year from the string column.
Lin's That Night is a modern poem that I like very much.
That night, my boat was pushed out of the river, and the clear blue sky held up many stars.
That night, your hand held mine, and the lost starry night blocked the sadness mentioned.
That night, you and I set the direction, and each of us recognized the appearance of life.
Up to now, my ship is still floating on the sea, and the thin mast often shakes in the wind and waves.
Up to now, the sun only lingers behind me, and layers of shadows stay by my side.
I still remember the starlight, tears and the white river that night!
I still miss your farming on the shore: red flowers, yellow flowers, and bright flowers.
On that day, I hope to climb to the top. Honey generally moistens my memory.
On that day, I will step on an arrow with wings and watch you shoot all the strings in your garden.
On that day, you will hear a song like a bird, that is, I am waiting for your appreciation.
On that day, you will see messy flowers and shadows, that is, I broke into the border of that year!
-forest 193 1 year