Deep and quiet blue lagoon, as calm as a mirror.
Swan paddles huge webbed in the water,
Silence. On its side
Like Chun Xue melting in the sun;
But its huge wings fluttered in the breeze,
Firm and white, like a slow-moving boat.
Beautiful neck overlooking the reeds,
Suddenly reached out and jumped into the lake.
Bend gracefully, like a plant,
It hides its black beak in its dazzling neck.
Sometimes it winds slowly,
Along the dark and quiet pine forest,
Dense aquatic plants drag behind them like hair,
It paddles slowly and leisurely.
A quiet spring, crying for the years gone forever,
The poet listens to the cave in his heart and excites it;
It swims lazily with willow leaves.
Quietly brushed its plain shoulder.
Sometimes, it will stay away from the dark bushes.
Swim gracefully from the deep shore,
To celebrate its appreciation of white,
It chose sunny Shui Ze.
Then, when the shore of the lake is blurred,
When everything becomes a vague ghost,
When orchids and rushes are still,
The clear cry of the rain frog resounded through the sky,
When a long red light dyed the sky red,
The oriole sparkled in the moonlight,
This bird reflects milky white and purple,
Beautiful night in the grey lake,
Like a silver bottle in a diamond.
Wings wrapped around the head, sleeping in the double sky. (translated by Bai Fei)
Flying sonnets
"A bird rapidly across the arc.
A kind of indifferent beauty is fleeting.
We compare you to a bird.
Dear friends, please believe that there must be providence in this.
Agile genius, elegant wisdom
Stay among us for a while, as if we will never be apart.
The flow of a feather, a slightly shaky branch.
You've already stepped on it, and you're about to fly away.
Like leaves leaving branches: quiet and natural.
Because you are flying beautifully, like thunder rolling by.
An ancient poem that sells in a daze says: Our whole life
It's like the trace of a bird stopping by accident.
There is only you among us, my dear friend.
Worthy of such a touching description: fate is also flying. "