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Author: Ai Qing
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things—
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
Grass in the suburbs
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Author: Guo Moruo
Grass in the suburbs, your ideal model!
You are life, you are peace, and you are perseverance.
Let people burn you, cut you,
You are always endless, green and green.
You are not afraid of danger, cold,
Not afraid of storms and self-sacrifice.
You can fly to the Antarctic tundra,
You can climb the roof of the world.
You like cattle and sheep trampling on you,
You like children rolling around on you,
You like workers and farmers sitting and chatting,
You like young couples singing about love.
You are life, you nurture life,
You can change endlessly and become the crystallization of life.
You are peace, and you cultivate peace.
You make the earth green and the song of life soft.
Grass in the suburbs, your ideal model!
You are a poem, you are music, you are a beautiful work,
The spring water flowing from the earth will always be song for you,
The radiance of the sun will always warm you.
Dawn notice
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Author: Ai Qing
For my wish.
Poet, get up
Please tell them to give it to the sun.
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Said I came through the dew
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
From the rough sea
I will bring light to the world.
And will bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you the mouth of an upright man
Please take down my message.
Tell those who are full of longing in their eyes
And distant cities and villages immersed in suffering.
Ask them to welcome me.
Pioneer of day, messenger of light
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors. Welcome.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome.
Ask the cleaner to clean the street.
Please drive a van to remove the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Line up the cars across the square.
Please also wake up the village from the wet fog.
To welcome me, I opened their fence.
Let the village women open their chickens.
Ask the farmers to pull the cows out of the cowshed.
Let them know with your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean the threshing floor.
And those patios that are always dirty
Please open the window with the sticker.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please wake up this careful woman.
And the man who snores.
Please let the young lovers get up, too
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleepy mother.
And the baby around him
Please wake everyone up.
Even those sick women.
Even those who are elderly
People groaned in bed.
Even those who were injured in the just war.
And those displaced by the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up all unfortunate people.
I will also give them comfort.
Please wake up all those who love life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Please welcome the dancers with dancing.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Said I was going to knock on their windows.
Please be a poet who is loyal to time.
News that brings comfort to mankind
Let them prepare for it, let everyone prepare for it.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to gaze at the sky with pious eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who expect me.
Please tell them before the end of tonight.
Said that what they were waiting for came.