Wen Yiduo
When a snowflake leaves the blue sky,
He floated around and said, "Goodbye!
Goodbye, dear cloud, you are so cold! "
Then gently step forward.
When a snowflake finds the bottom of a tree,
"Hello!" He said-"You're safe!
You are so naked and lonely, dear,
I want to rest, not ask all my companions to come. "
But a snowflake, brave and kind,
When staying at the bottom of a beautiful woman's cheek,
He was taken aback. "What a fine day!
Is this summer? "-he melted.
Winter in the north is winter.
Xu zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
Teams of athletes who dare to die stand proudly in front of the war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles; Concentrate the semen of life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Straight to the spring sunshine opens the cage of life and releases a fresh tree head!
Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
Done at192365438+1October 22nd.
In the snow.
Feng zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen 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 a 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.
1926
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Written on February 30th 1924.