Ai Qing's poems

1, to the female sculptor Zhang Deti

Hair runs through your fingers.

Like waves

The hardships of the years remain on my forehead.

From your eyes, from your fingers.

Sad eyes

Lips Wide Shut

There's one I ran through your fingers.

Use my breath.

Take my temperature.

I was silent.

Maybe it's misfortune.

Because of you, I have extended my life.

2. "Trolley"

In the area where the Yellow River flows.

At the bottom of countless dry rivers

trolley

With a wheel

Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.

Bud overcame cold and silence.

From the foot of the mountain

To the foot of the mountain

Full of noise

The sorrow of the people in the northland

On a cold day

Between poor villages and small villages

trolley

With independent wheels

Deep rutting on the gray loess layer

Across the vast desert

From this road

Which way?

Weave with each other

The sorrow of the people in the northland

Step 3 hope

Dream friend

Fantasy sisters

That's my own shadow.

But always walk in front of you

As invisible as light.

As unstable as the wind.

Between her and you

There is always a distance.

Like a bird outside the window.

Like clouds in the sky

Like a butterfly by the river

Cunning and beautiful.

You go up, she flies.

If you ignore her, she will kick you out.

She will always be with you.

Until you stop breathing

4. That tree

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the unseen depths

They are wrapped around the roots.

5. Land of Resurrection

Decadent days

Has sunk to the bottom of the river,

Let running water wash it.

Leave almost no trace;

Heshanshang

Where the footsteps of spring pass,

Flowers and grass are everywhere;

From the jungle over there

It came out, too.

A bird loyal to the season

Sing loudly.

Sowers

It's time to sow,

Work hard for us.

The earth will multiply.

Gold particles.

At this moment,

You sad poet,

Should also brush away the melancholy of the past,

Let hope wake up in your own heart.

A long-broken heart:

Because, the land where we died,

Under the clear sky

Has been resurrected!

Suffering has also become a memory,

In its warm chest

Re-vortex

Will be the blood of the combatants.

6. "Rock"

Wave after wave

Come to me endlessly

Every wave is at its feet.

Beaten to pieces and scattered.

Its face and body.

Like a knife.

But it's still standing there

Looking at the sea with a smile.

7.i love this land.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the tender dawn from the forest.

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply.

8. The words of the sun

Open your window.

Open your boarding gate.

Let me in, let me in.

Go to your cabin.

I brought a bunch of golden flowers.

I carry the fragrance of the forest.

I bring light and warmth.

I'm covered in dew.

Get up, get up.

Lift your head from the pillow.

Open your eyelashes.

Let your eyes see my coming.

Turn your heart to the cabin.

Open the wound that they have closed for a long time.

Let me put the bouquet, the fragrance, the lights,

Warmth and dew fill the space of your hearts.

9. Fish fossils

How vivid the action is,

How energetic,

Jumping in the waves,

Floating on the sea;

Unfortunately, there was a volcanic eruption.

Could be an earthquake,

You lost your freedom,

Cut into dust;

Hundreds of millions of years later,

Geological exploration team,

Found you in the rocks,

Still lifelike.

But you were silent,

Not even a sigh,

Scales and fins are intact,

But can't move;

You're absolutely still,

No response to the outside world,

Can't see the sky and water,

I can't hear the waves.

Staring at a fossil,

Even fools learn a lesson:

Without exercise,

There is no life.

To live is to fight,

March forward in the struggle,

Even in death,

Energy should also be used cleanly.

10, sand

The sun shines on a white beach.

Our footprints are printed on the beach.

We walked by the river.

The river churned in the wind.

We called a ferry.

But the sound was blown away by the wind.