I looked in the mirror and thought,
My thin figure is reflected in the mirror,
I said, "I hope God has mercy on me,
Make my heart a general loss! "
Because of the withered heart, there is no feeling anymore.
People gradually dilute my ice,
From now on, I can be as calm as a fossil,
Alone, waiting for the final peace.
But it's just unfriendly, torturing my time,
Consumed my body, but kept my heart;
Stir the pulse and blood supply like a dry tide,
Shake my thin figure in the dim night.
Ska (Hardy)
I climbed to the top of the mountain,
Looking back on the western world,
The sun is in the clouds.
Like a bloody wound.
Like my own scars,
Nobody knows,
Because I have never revealed my secret,
Who knows this scar goes through my heart!
Cry for the public (old-style poetry)
When the Bayeux lamp wakes up,
Flowers bloom and fall, tears are like silk.
Who knows that the literati in Zhenyuan period,
Don't go back on your words and go to the middle stream.
There is no burial place in Xishan,
Riding a dragon with hair on is a terrible thing.
The love of the older generation is gone forever,
In the dead of night, I endured watching the sword frost green.
"Two Poems for Cousin (Old Style Poems)"
one
Compassion and the failure of the alliance,
There are constant disputes about the Central Plains.
Gan Kun fought and chopped,
Write an atmosphere of sadness and tears.
The airship was silent.
Every county has the voice of loving red.
Maintain security for whom,
Take a deep breath and recite the text.
two
Ten thousand wells were replaced,
Deng Man RoyceWong Mansion.
Willing to endure for a long time,
Suffer some troubles alone.
Eyes full of bodies,
I have no intention of taking revenge on the party.
Poetry is a storm,
Hold your head high for me.
Small flower basket
Mr. William Pai
At this time a year ago, I was traveling with Bosheng Tongbo in Waima and Yena, visiting the former residence of Gedesila and buying a small flower basket. With the gathering of weeds, the grass is worn out, and I am not interested in playing, because I wrote a left poem.
(Mr. Wei Lixian, who is proficient in Chinese studies, once spread it vigorously. His female student's favorite admirer is Confucius, and his assistant Gede is speaking Gede at Peking University today, which coincides with his 18 in Italy. )
I bought a small flower basket,
Blue Flower Basket hand-edited by Ling Du;
I collected a handful of green grass,
From the river outside the rose garden;
Put those grasses in a small basket;
A little souvenir, don't be funny and cute.
When Gerd came back from Rome,
Carry forward the glory of Asahi culture;
Now in a simple room in the rose garden,
Close to the situation of his poems.
(Rosen Garden is located in Weimar Gade's Poetry Department)
A pile of fresh vegetables unique to Rome,
Now it's frozen to ashes!
This stiff ashes!
But I can see his poems most clearly!
I meditated on the uneven process of history,
When will this big star come again?
Listen to the tidal sounds of the Yellow Sea, the East China Sea and the South China Sea,
The voice asked when the souls of China people would be free.
I came back from a trip to Huaima. Only one year.
The flowers in that small basket have become withered rolls,
I appreciate the ups and downs of time,
Ran Jing in "The Cycle of Life and Death";
I have experienced human joys and sorrows.
Like a microwave in the vast sea!