My heart is tired of everything, even hope,
No longer talk with its wishes and destiny;
The valley of my childhood made me wait for death,
Please lend me a place to stay for one day.
This is a narrow path in the valley.
Lin Mang grew up around Toby's waist,
They hung over my forehead, intertwined with shadows,
Carefully cover me with silence and calm.
Here are two streams at the intersection of green trees.
They meandered to the edge of the valley;
Their microwaves bubble together and then gradually dry up,
Into nameless water, the flow is not long or far.
The source of my life, ah, is exhausted,
Because they are silent and tasteless, water will not come back after they disappear;
But their water is clear, and my mind is uneasy.
It will never show up on a sunny day.
The coolness of the sand bottom in the stream, the shadow of the branches on the stream.
Detain me on both sides of the strait, reluctant to leave all day;
My soul fell asleep, listening to the clear water.
Swing the baby gently like a monotonous song.
Ah! I like staying in this field.
Surrounded by green walls, content with limited vision,
I like to walk alone in nature,
I only hear the sound of waves, and I only see clouds.
I have seen, felt and loved too much in my life.
Therefore, before I died, I came to the charming Tianjin shore to seek peace.
You, wonderful realm, please be my river of forgetting,
From now on, only forgetting is my happiness.
My soul is at peace, my soul is silent,
The noise in the distance will disappear with its arrival,
As if distant sounds were gradually worn away by distance,
Although it is blown to the ear by the wind, it is also blurred.
I see it from here, like a layer of smoke,
Life left me, lost in the past,
Only love is left, waking from a dream.
There is only one colossus left, and it has been a long time since it was fun.
Rest in peace, my soul, in this final resting place,
Just like a traveler before entering the city,
Sitting by the gate hopefully,
Take a breath of the late fragrance in the air.
We also like him to wipe our feet,
This road of life will never be repeated;
We came to the end of our lives just like him,
Take a breath before going home and declare Yong 'an safe.
Your days are as bleak and short as autumn,
The shadow on the Xiangshan slope sinks rapidly and gradually;
Friendship betrays you, and pity has nothing to do with you.
Only let this person walk into the genetic path alone.
But nature is here. It loves you and invites you.
Into its arms, it often laughs at you:
Everything is changing for you, but naturally it will not change.
The same sunshine shines on your existence every day.
Nature is still around you, with clear light and shade;
You should get rid of your ignorance of the lost treasure.
Love Pythagoras (2) love echo,
Come here and listen to Tian Jun music with him.
Follow the sunshine in the sky and the shadow on the ground;
Fly with the north wind in the vast space;
With the soft light of the mysterious star,
Gently through the Woods and sneak into the quiet valley.
Let people realize him; God created wisdom:
You have to find the reason behind nature!
There is a voice talking, when the spirit is silent:
Who didn't hear the voice in his heart?
Translated by Xiheng Fan
(1) forget me, according to Greek mythology, forget me around hell, and the dead spend it, that is, forget everything before death, so it is also called forgetting Sichuan, which is similar to the ancient legend in China that the dead spend forget me and drink forget me soup.
Pythagoras, an ancient Greek philosopher and mathematician, advised people to live in the embrace of nature and practice it by themselves.
Selected poems of modern French masters, published by Foreign Literature Publishing House (198 1)
lonely
When the sun goes down, I am often full of sadness.
Sitting in the shade of an old oak tree on a high mountain;
I often look at vilen from a distance and look in all directions.
I saw a changeable picture from my feet.
Here, the choppy river makes a low cry.
Winding to the front, disappearing in the distance of confusion;
There, the calm lake spreads the ripples of falling asleep,
The evening star rose from the water to the sky.
On the top of the mountain surrounded by dense forests,
Twilight still casts the last ray of light,
The moon under the veil, the queen in the dark.
Ran Ran rose, and the edge of the sky was dyed white.
At this time, from the spire of the Gothic Bell Tower,
A solemn music flies into the sky,
The traveler stood quietly, and the night clock in the field
Incorporate the last sound of the day into the sacred chorus.
But facing the beautiful picture in front of me, my indifferent heart
I'm not fascinated or excited.
I looked down at the earth with ecstasy, like a wandering ghost:
The sun of the living can no longer heat the dead.
From south to north, from east to west, from a mountain
To another mountain, my eyes searched in vain,
I look around this vast land in all directions,
I can't help but sigh: there is no happiness waiting for me everywhere.
What does this valley, this palace and this thatched cottage mean to me?
Ah, the illusion that charm has long since disappeared in my mind;
Ah, rivers, hanging rocks, forests, such a precious place of independence,
Only one of you is missing, and the whole world looks desolate.
Whether the sun's orbit begins or ends,
I gave it a cold look when it moved;
In a cloudy and clear sky, it either sinks in the west or rises in the east.
What does the sun have to do with me? I have no expectations for these years.
Even if you can travel endlessly with it,
My eyes will only see the desert and nothingness everywhere;
I don't want to get anything from everything it shines on;
I know nothing about this infinite universe.
However, outside the limits of its orbit,
Ah, there is a real sun that illuminates another heaven in the sky.
Once I leave my body,
Maybe my dream happiness will appear in front of my eyes!
There, I may be intoxicated by the clear spring I long for,
There, I may get hope and love again and again
Get what every soul expects.
And there is no hollow reputation when living in the world, that kind of happiness!
Since I can't fly to you at dawn,
Ah, the hazy scene in my dream,
Why should I stay in the world?
The world and I really have nothing in common.
When the yellow leaves in the forest fall on the grass,
When the evening breeze strikes, it immediately rolls the fallen leaves from the valley to the sky;
And I, I'm like this dead leaf:
Ah, just take me away like a dead leaf, violent north wind!
Autumn in Lamartin
Hello, there are green trees on it!
Yellow leaves are floating on the grass!
Hello, last minute! Natural sadness
Suitable for people's pain and make my eyes happy.
I walked on a lonely path in meditation;
I want to take one last look.
This pale sun, its faint light
Barely shine into the dark forest under my feet.
Yes, in the dying autumn of nature,
I am more interested in its hazy appearance;
This is a good friend's farewell and an everlasting death.
The last smile on the closed lips.
Therefore, although I mourn the hope that my life will disappear,
Although I am ready to leave this field of life,
I still look back, with envious eyes,
Take a look at the happiness I have never enjoyed.
The earth, the sun, the valley, the gentle nature,
I'm dying, and I still owe you a tear!
How sweet the air is! How beautiful the sunshine is!
How beautiful the sun is to dying people!
This cup is a mixture of manna and bile.
Now I'm going to drink it all:
At the bottom of the cup where I swig my life,
Maybe there is a drop of honey left in it!
Maybe a bright future will be left to me.
A desperate and happy mother!
Maybe there are people among all beings I don't know.
Can understand my heart and correspond with me!
……
Send fragrance to the breeze when the flowers fall;
This is the moment when it bid farewell to the sun and life:
I went; My soul, as I lay dying,
Like a harmonious and desolate voice.
Lake Lamartin (French)
Is this forever pushed to a new shore?
Drifting away in this eternal night and never looking back?
Are we going to sail in the ocean of time forever,
It will collapse one day. Can't you stay for a while?
Lake! I haven't finished my four o'clock operation in a year.
She should visit this lake wave together.
Look! I was the only one sitting on the rock, on the waves,
This stone, you have seen her sitting on it.
At that time, you roared in the depths of the rock,
So it hit the wrinkled chest and waist,
So the wind blows your waves,
Stand upright on her lovely feet.
One night, remember? We paddled quietly,
Above the waves, under the clear sky, there is no other sound.
I can only hear the paddlers waving gracefully in the distance.
Pat your microwave oven. It's harmonious.
Suddenly there was a wonderful sound, which was unprecedented in the world.
It caused echo reflection and shocked the sinking of the lake shore;
Listen to the lake, my beloved voice.
Produce such a hymn:
"Time, don't fly! You, it's a beautiful night,
Stop, too Don't run straight like water!
Let's savor the wonderful taste of this moment.
Enjoy the best time of my life!
"There are unfortunate people in the world crying to you.
You flow, please die for them;
Recruit them to forget their troubles and take their lives away;
As for happiness, please go outside.
"But when I pray in vain, it is difficult to delay for a moment.
Time passes behind me;
I said to tonight, "slow down!" What about the morning light
Seeing this, I will disperse this beautiful night.
"So, love, love quickly: this fleeting time,
We should enjoy life as soon as possible!
Time is limited, and people have no harbor to berth.
It's gone. We won't leave it. "
You, jealous time! Such a drunken moment,
Love pours a full cup of happiness for us,
How can you be far away? We flew away helplessly,
Speed is the same as the days of suffering?
What! Can't you at least leave a trace?
What! Gone forever? What! Completely disappeared?
It was given at that time, but now it's back.
We're hopeless?
Eternity Empty! Get over there! -bottomless darkness
What's the use of consumption these days?
Say it: the heaviest thing you have taken away.
Will it be returned to us?
Lake! Dark forest! Hole! Silent rock!
You will be cherished by time, and maybe you can return to spring.
Beautiful nature, on a beautiful night,
You should at least leave its memory!
May this memory remain in your storm or mystery,
Many lonely cliffs remain on your waves,
May these pines and cypresses and smiling mountains
And the memories of that night! May this memory also ripple with the spring breeze,
It also sounds like the lake is clear and the shore is harmonious.
The silver stars gleamed softly.
Shake the lake into a beautiful glass!
May the sighing wind and the moaning reed,
May your fragrant air give off a clear and harmonious fragrance,
May everything you hear, see and breathe.
They all said, "They love each other!"