Shi Wangxiang read thousands of books and took Wan Li Road; Shen Congwen's The Problem of Banning Books; I read a small book and a big book at the same time. Ru Zhijuan's Notes on Cooking Books, Escape, Hope, Magic Book, Dark Clouds, My Friends, Mystery of Pain, Who is the East and Going to Heaven.
In addition, the latest Chinese version of China is Selected Poems of Dickinson published by Central Compilation Press, translated by Jiang Feng. Not in English. Only foreign countries have original versions in foreign languages, and Dickinson's original English poems and songs recently published in the United States are only 100 yuan, which is still limited.
If you want poetry, you can search online, of course, part of it. If you know the translation of her Chinese poems, I can help you find the corresponding English poems.
I also found some of her poems:
Dear March, please come in.
Dear March, please come in.
How happy I am.
I have been looking forward to your visit.
Please take off your hat.
You must have walked there.
Look at you. You can't breathe.
Dear, I hope you are all right. Wait and wait.
How natural were you when you left?
Oh, come upstairs with me.
I have a lot to say to you.
I received your letter, as well as birds and maples.
But I didn't know you were on your way.
Until I announced how red their faces were.
But, please forgive me, those mountains and ridges you left behind.
You asked me to draw.
But there is no suitable purple.
You took everything and left nothing behind.
who ' s that knocking ? It must be April now.
Lock the door.
I don't like being disturbed.
He stayed elsewhere for a year.
I happen to have a visitor.
But the little things seem so insignificant
Ever since you came here.
So blame is as kind as praise.
Praise is like blame.
Grass has little to do.
Grass has little to do.
A pure green world
Only a few butterflies can be hatched.
Treat a few bees
With the melody of the breeze
Tremble all day
Embrace the sunshine.
Bow to everything
A string of dew, like pearls all night.
Dress yourself beautifully and exquisitely.
The countess is so mediocre.
Not enough to attract so much attention.
Even if it dies, when it dies
The fragrance is so sacred.
Sleep like a humble spice.
Like Wu Jia, he lost his life.
And then moved to the magnificent granary.
Spend a day with dreams.
Grass has little to do.
I wish I were a pile of hay.
Heaven can't keep secrets
Heaven can't keep secrets
Told castle peak.
Castle peak, only tell the orchard.
Orchard tells daffodils
Birds fly by chance.
I overheard the truth.
If I bribe a bird,
Who knows if it will say
But I don't think so.
Still don't know, it's better.
If summer is axiomatic
What witchcraft made the snow float again?
Keep a secret, father.
Although I don't want to know.
Those sapphire people
What are you doing in your new world?
Listen to the oriole sing.
Listen to the oriole sing.
Maybe it's common.
But it may be very sacred.
Not that bird.
It sings the same tune and faces the noisy crowd.
But no one heard.
This is the fashion of ears.
Dress up what you hear.
Dull or beautiful
So it's poetry.
Or nothing at all.
Questions include.
"Music in the Tree"
Skeptics told me
"No, sir! In your heart "
I will tell you how the sun rises.
I will tell you how the sun rises.
Rise, a ribbon
Towers bathed in amethyst.
The fresh scene is like a pine tree.
The mountains took off their hats.
Rice eater, start singing.
So I whispered to myself.
"That must be the sun."
But I don't know how he fell.
There seems to be a purple ladder.
Little boy and little girl in yellow
Keep climbing.
Until you cross the border
A priest in a gray robe.
Gently close the evening door.
Take away his followers
Buildings in the pond
Buildings in the pond
Frogs don't want to live anymore.
He jumped on the stake.
Give a long speech
The audience has two worlds.
But exclude me.
The April speaker
I lost my voice today.
Born without slapping.
Wear gloves on your feet.
His eloquence is a bubble.
Like his reputation.
I found myself clapping for him.
It's really frustrating.
Demosthenes is missing.
Only the green pool water is left.
We have learned to love.
We have learned to love.
Words, letters
Short stories, masterpieces
Then, close the apocalypse.
But in each other's eyes
Only to see a kind of ignorance.
More sacred than childishness
Opposite, all children.
Trying to explain a door
Know that no one understands.
Ah, wisdom is so broad.
The truth is so vast.
A lot of madness is an epiphany.
A lot of madness is an epiphany.
Many ideas are rigid and crazy.
Echoing is reason.
Objection, and very dangerous.
There will be chains against you.
I am nobody. Who are you?
I am nobody. Who are you?
You're a nobody, too
We are a couple! But keep quiet.
You know, they will advertise.
Being an important person is boring.
Like a frog, facing the mud of admiration.
Throughout June, put the names
Noisy, how ostentatious
It's like begging for ordinary charity.
It's like begging for ordinary charity.
A stranger changed a kingdom.
Into my surprised hands.
And I, standing, was at a loss.
It seems that I asked, Dongfang.
Is there a morning for me?
He mentioned the purple sluice.
Blow me to ashes with the dawn.
The value of water depends on thirst.
The value of water depends on thirst.
Know the land and cross the ocean.
To understand ecstasy, you must have tasted pain.
Peace is interpreted as a battle to win peace.
Love, memorial prototype
Snow and ice reveal the meaning of birds.
I have no time to hate.
I have no time to hate.
because
The grave will stand in my way.
Life is not comfortable.
Annoying, difficult to complete.
I have no time to love.
But since
Something must be done.
The drudgery of love
I think ...
It's hard enough for me.
The golden awn of the sun is hidden under the dark robe.
Like my heartache that has lost its meaning.
It's like my heart is suddenly stung by love.
Spring calls them to take off their veils.
Have fun in colorful flowers, red flowers and green willows.
Magical book
There is no special warship.
It can be like a book
Take us to the wide world
There is no magic horse.
It can be like a poem
Show us the true meaning of the world.
Even if you are poor.
No fence can stop it.
Your footsteps in the kingdom of books
What an ordinary journey.
But it has bullets.
All the beauty of the human soul!