When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap in front of the stove, please take down this poem.
Back slowly, dreaming of your eyes.
Soft light and faint shadows;
How many people have loved your beauty with sincerity and hypocrisy,
Love your happy and charming youth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your face.
When you lean over the burning fireplace,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness:
The lost love has now set foot on the mountain.
Hide its face in a dense cluster of stars.
3. Swan in Cole Manor
The trees are covered with beautiful autumn clothes.
The path in the forest is very dry,
October dusk, flowing water
Reflect the quiet sky,
There are ripples on the stone,
Fifty-nine swans are swimming.
Ever since I first counted them,
Nineteen degrees of autumn has passed,
I saw it before I could count it again.
They all flew at once.
Flapping their wings loudly,
Form a big and broken circle to fly.
I stared at these dazzling swans,
At the moment, I feel a surge of sadness.
Everything has changed, since the first time by the river,
It's also dusk,
I heard swans flapping their wings on my head.
So the pace is more agile.
Not tired, lovers,
In the cold and friendly river
Forward or spread your wings and fly into the air,
Their hearts are still young,
Wherever they drift, they
Always have passion and win love.
Now they are floating on the calm water,
Mysterious, beautiful and moving,
But one day I woke up and they had already flown away.
Oh, which reeds will they live in,
Which pool, which lake,
Is it pleasing to the eye?
4. The Return of Christ
Rotating on an outwardly expanding rotating body,
Falcons can no longer hear their master's call.
Everything is scattered, and the center can no longer be maintained.
The world is full of chaos,
The tide of bloody chaos is surging,
Innocent manners are everywhere;
Excellent people lose confidence,
The bad guys are full of fiery fanaticism.
There is no doubt that God's revelation is coming.
There is no doubt that Christ will come back.
The return of Christ! These words haven't been said yet,
Dazzling is the beast from the big memory:
In the desert, the shape of the head and the lion's body,
As cold as the sun,
Move your leg slowly and it will turn in circles.
Angry birds fly in the desert.
Darkness came again, and now I understand.
Twenty centuries of deep lethargy,
Had an annoying nightmare in the rotating cradle,
What kind of crazy beast, finally wait until the time,
Lazily fall into the holy land and be reborn?
5. Rita and Swan
Sudden attack: on the tottering girl,
A pair of huge wings are still flapping, a pair of black webbed,
Touching her thigh, the goose beak holding her neck,
His chest clings to hers.
Fingers, in a daze, how can I have the ability?
Push Bai Rong away from his loose legs?
The body, overturned in the white waves,
I only feel a strange heartbeat!
My waist and thighs trembled. It came out.
Broken walls, the podium is full of smoke and flames.
And the death of Agamemnon.
When she was possessed.
The local area was conquered by the blood in the sky.
Until the cold beak let her go,
Did she gain his strength and knowledge?
6. Bai Niao
Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;
The sky is low, and the light of the blue star flashes in the morning light.
Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves!
7. Indian love songs
In the morning light, the island slept soundly,
Huge branches dripping silently;
Peacocks dance on the smooth lawn,
A parrot swayed on the branch,
Shouting at his own figure on the mirror-like sea.
We're going to anchor a lonely ship here,
Wandering arm in arm forever,
Whispers from lips to lips,
Along the grass, along the sand dunes,
Tell how far the restless land is:
In the secular world, only the two of us are hiding far away under a quiet tree.
Our love has grown into an Indian star,
The fire of the burning heart,
There are sparkling tides and twinkling wings in my heart.
Heavy branches and wild pigeons with kind feathers lamented for one hundred days:
How will the soul wander after we die,
At that time, the silence of dusk enveloped the sky.
The dim phosphorescence of the sea reflects fuzzy footprints.
8. sail for Byzantium
That's not a country for the elderly. young people
Hug each other; The dying generation,
Birds in the tree are singing;
Fish waterfall, the sea is full of blue and white fish,
Fish, animals or birds, praise the whole summer,
Everything that exists in life and death.
Addicted to the music of the senses, everyone neglected.
An eternal monument to reason.
An aging old man is just a waste,
It was a tattered coat propped on a stick,
Unless the soul clapped its hands and sang, for its sake.
Every crack in the skin sings louder;
But there is no school to teach singing, only
Study the glory recorded on the monument,
So I crossed the ocean to come here.
The sacred castle of Byzantium.
Oh, smart guy! Standing in the flame of God,
Like the golden eagle on the mural,
Coming out of the divine fire, spinning in the sky,
Please be the singing teacher of my soul.
Burning my heart, it's tied to a
Dying flesh, corroded by desire,
I don't know what it used to be; Please ... as soon as possible
Collect me into the eternal artistic arrangement.
Once I'm divorced from nature, I won't be divorced from it.
Any natural object has my shape,
As long as the Greek goldsmith used gold glaze
Hammer gold,
Supply the sleepy emperor to stay awake;
Or sing on a golden branch
Everything past, present and future.
The nobles and ladies of Byzantium