Modern-Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
The wind, like a sad old woman,
Follow closely, sticking out cold fingers and claws,
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
As old as your land,
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
The man who emerged from the forest and drove the carriage,
You China farmer in a fur hat,
Where are you going in the snow?
I'm telling you,
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Because of your face full of epileptic wrinkles,
I can know so deeply,
The hardships of people living on the grassland.
I'm not happier than you,
-lying on the river of time, the waves of suffering,
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Wandering and imprisonment made me lose the most precious time of my youth.
My life,
Like your life,
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
A small oil lamp moves slowly by the river on a snowy night.
In the tattered wupeng boat, there are lights and heads hanging.
Who is sitting there?
-Ah, you
A dirty little woman, isn't she?
Your home,
-the warm nest of happiness has become the enemy of violence.
Did it burn down?
Isn't it,
On such a night, without the protection of men,
In the horror of death, have you been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
Countless, our elderly mother,
Just like a foreigner, I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
-Besides,
The road of China,
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China;
The cold is blocking China. ...
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators,
Lost their livestock,
Lost their land.
Squeeze in,
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry earth, reaching into the dark sky,
Stretch out your trembling arms begging.
The pain and disaster in China,
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine, at night without lights,
The feeble verse says,
Can I give you some warmth?
2. In the snow
Modern-Qin Zihao
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams, with an icy river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is sound in the painting,
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
3. Time for snow to melt
Xi Murong
When she fell asleep, he was walking in a melting snow town.
Yearning for the ancient stars, and now,
In front of a river where ice blocks collide.
Whispering her name,
At night in the south, everything is as quiet as usual.
Except for a few tired petals,
It landed on her window because of the wind.
4. Spring snow in Qinyuan
Modern-Mao Zedong
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
Translation:
Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snowflakes floating. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless whiteness left; The Yellow River, which is wide up and down, suddenly lost its surging water potential. Mountains are like flying silver pythons, and hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running. They all want to try to compare with God.
On a sunny day, it's especially nice to see red sunshine and white ice and snow complement each other. Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes compete for beauty. Unfortunately, the literary talents of Qin Shihuang and Liang Wudi were slightly inferior; During the reign of Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu was a little less than Sandwich. Genghis Khan, the hero of my life, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are all in the past. Counting the heroes who can make contributions depends on today's people.