Wang Wei
Spring Garden is a matter of fact
It's a shame to stay in the rain, but it's cold in spring.
open the border and divide the white water, and the willows will turn into hearts.
The grass becomes a chess game, and Duan Lin raises oranges.
I still hold deer skin, and I hide Artemisia at dusk.
Xue Neng
The topic is Gong Garden
Han Tao Zhuang's backyard is deep, and it is quiet and sweeping away the shade at first.
if you want to spend the next year, you should be annoyed.
Wu Rong
Autumn Garden
At first, I felt the spring grass was fine and raining, but I didn't realize that the green in Qiu Lai was getting thinner.
When all the people are gone, the garden is full of smoke and butterflies flying high.
2. Modern Poetry
Jiang Feng
Garden
The garden is burning silently.
A bud in the green leaves
is like a car light in the dark,
It advocates patience and makes no noise.
Birds and beasts in the garden, larvae
reveled in suffocation.
when can't you hear the roar of nature and the wings of the plane
?
it rained unconsciously-
the wet mud knocked on the courtyard wall.
branches break leaves and walls collapse.
the plants and trees rush to the season, like the human body.
ancient horse
the wall of the garden
the dusk when bats fly around
I followed the will of an ancient tree in the garden
I carried the body of the young girl who was executed because of pregnancy
from a hole dug in the wall of the garden
to the night outside
The fragrance of lilacs wafted out of the hole
as if it were spring to death.
Everything around me seems to be immersed in a dream of
missing my hometown.
above the dense trees,
in the clear blue sky in the afternoon,
it is shaking and shining
like a jewel.
It's gloomy in the distance,
From there, the echo of sighing water comes slowly,
The sound of water is just like a kiss.
My eyes were lost like a dream in
the withered flower with no petals
,
with a gray green leaf,
in the cool and trembling air
and fell to the ground.
..... the branches and leaves keep shaking,
I don't know what mysterious forces are making trouble. "
From the shady forest,
like a fragrant cloud,
like a magic rose,
her extremely soft figure,
exposed for a long time and alone,
floating lightly.
Her eyes were fixed on mine.
Then she disappeared in the fog,
Dimly and sadly
retreated along the path ...
From the deep and dense forest,
there was a monotonous faint noise,
that was the answer of the water,
a tick was a kiss.
not far away, above the magnolia
in the bright sky in the afternoon,
a shining tear fluttered brightly
.
..... The garden is once again hidden in a sad dream.
A tall and charming nightingale
is wailing in the silent distance.
(translated by Wang Xia)
Autumn in Van Dusen Garden
-Brock
Autumn's fingers
Touched the Woods with red meaning
Leaving in summer
Leaving with a sigh
Rolling water
Reflecting falling tears
Mountain. Farewell voice
French Garden
-senghor
Silent Garden,
Solemn Garden,
Eyes down at dusk
Looking forward to the night.
toil and noise,
all the disturbing noises of the city
slip through the smooth roof and linger in the ear,
reach the sad window,
disappear among the tiny, delicate and thoughtful leaves.
white hands,
graceful posture,
peaceful behavior.
But the drum sound of Dam-Dam ①
crosses
the mountains
and
the mainland.
Who can calm my heart,
under the call of Dam-Dam
jumps,
beats,
stings?
(translated from Unpublished Poems)
Translated by Zhang Fang
① Damm-Damm drum in Africa, traditionally used to convey information.