forefinger
I picked up a fallen leaf.
Look at it thoughtfully.
The wrinkles on the dead leaves are deep.
The lines on my back are like blue veins.
There are no gold and brilliant colors.
Just a gray face in Zhang Qing.
It used to be so plump and bright.
The dark green leaves are shining with hope.
This storm has its heated debates.
This kind of mask is comfortable and cool in the hot sun.
Now, driven by the cold current of fate,
Like an old busker.
Curled up in the street
Trembling bass singing
The Tree is in My Window —— Robert Frost's Poem 10 1: Translation and Annotation (Ⅰ)
Robert Frost, American poet
The tree is in my window, the tree in the window,
I pulled down the window at night;
But I would never close the curtains,
There is a layer of cloth between you and me.
Your fantastic gyro sticks out of the ground,
Spread out in high places, close to the clouds;
If you don't have everything,
It's all profound and difficult to understand.
But tree, I saw you broken and shaken;
If you glance at me while I'm asleep,
Then you must have seen my confusion and sadness,
I almost gave up my life because of this.
That day, fate made us lie side by side,
Fate often has her unique intentions;
But all you care about is the wind and frost outside,
I am worried about the snow, ice, rain and fog inside.
The Heart of Lotus —— Selected Poems of Xi Murong
Xi Murong
I am a blooming summer lotus,
I hope you can see it now.
Wind and frost are not to be eroded,
Autumn rain has not yet fallen.
The green season has left me again,
I am elegant, not worried or afraid.
Now, to be exact,
The most beautiful moment,
The heavy door was locked,
After the fragrant smile,
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance,
Either come too early, or,
too late ......