A Star for the Dusk
Gomel
The star at dusk rises from the earth and sea
I stand at the end of the night
I see the dusk like a snow-white nude
I am the only shining star in the sky
At this difficult time
I seem to see another kind of human yesterday
Three. It's the daughter of the night's bed sheet.
I'm the boundless darkness in my life.
At this last moment, I can dream of
this barren land, the last seed
this drooping time, the last voice
this world,
the last thing, the star at dusk.
Farewell to Cambridge.
I gently waved and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
the colourful shadows in the waves are rippling in my heart.
the green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River, I am willing to be an aquatic plant!
that pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring,
it is a rainbow in the sky crushed among floating algae,
a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
dreaming?
Support a long pole and wander to greener grass.
Load a boat full of starlight and sing songs in the splendor of starlight.
but I can't play songs, and silence is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.