Interpretation of Cheng Shili's Poem Puppet

Wooden puppet

Cheng Shili

No pain

Scrape it off.

Happy dust

Itchy-but can't stay

Those painful grimes

Play pomegranate skirt

Sprinkle on

I hollowed it out with acacia

Your body

Touch your throat and hold your heart.

Obsession and tongue fire

Light an elegant dance

purgatory

Blade of love

Through sensitive shapes

Nerve tingling

Screaming souls keep thundering.

Love! Your blood

This is my way back.

Deep in the clouds at night

Life is proud of immortality.

Deformed eyes

Burning beautiful images

Disharmonious leaves

Strip the fragmented world.

night

Confess and bloom at the same time

grape trellis

Who is peddling Chanel's dream?

Dawn is still there.

Beautiful spring, green mountains and green waters.

Please open it.

Wangfu stone envelope downstream of time

I'm trying to translate. I hope you don't make fun of me. Due to the limited level, it is inevitable to make some mistakes.

Poetry is telepathic, not translatable, so what I did was useless, just opening a window for friends who like poetry.

Puppet, this topic is well played. In real life, we grew up. Who can remember your childhood dreams? How many people, for various reasons, changed their original intention? How many people give up their thoughts and ideals for life, the best things in life, and are carved into puppets by reality!

No pain

Scrape it off.

Happy dust

Can it not hurt? Those dreams that shocked the soul and those youthful ideals were blown away. Use a knife.

Itchy-but can't stay

Those painful grimes

Itching after pain is even worse. How many people idealize it as dirt!

Play pomegranate skirt

Sprinkle on

But this is the reality. What can we do? Or raise your head smartly and move forward. Move forward for life.

I hollowed it out with acacia

Your body

Remember your first love? Hidden in your memory, hidden in your heart to find the corner of first love. Maybe one night, one night. Memory will suddenly wake up and hurt you severely! Who hollowed out the lingering acacia?

Touch your throat and hold your heart.

Obsession and tongue fire

Light an elegant dance

purgatory

It's purgatory. It's phoenix nirvana. On sleepless nights, it falls on the pillow. Not tears, but your longing for not leaving you for a long time! This yearning has cultivated your soul, purified your soul, and realized life and great love from it.

Blade of love

Through sensitive shapes

Nerve tingling

Screaming souls keep thundering.

In your fantasy, you are a fearless soldier. Go ahead bravely for your dreams.

Love! Your blood

This is my way back.

Beautiful home! I can't translate, I can only feel the beauty of this derailment!

Deep in the clouds at night

Life is proud of immortality.

What have we got after summing up our struggle? What have you lost? Maybe people don't care about gains and losses!

Deformed eyes

Burning beautiful images

The reality may already be like this. Our own eyes are deformed, and our own experiences have changed us.

Disharmonious leaves

Strip the fragmented world.

It hurts, and we are reshaping it through a realistic scalpel. The normal communication between beautiful neighbors, relatives and friends was laughed at by us and defiled by ourselves. Think about it, if there is no need for others, who will give gifts?

night

Confess and bloom at the same time

This is the helpless life, helpless us. We are secretly doing something we don't even like, repenting, but still resolutely doing it.

grape trellis

Who is peddling Chanel's dream?

Remember Xuanzong? He ran over his lover with a horse. Then I can't sleep at night in the autumn rain. Those sweet dreams, those fragrant feelings.

Dawn is still there.

Beautiful spring, green mountains and green waters.

When we woke up the next day, we lived as usual, as if nothing had happened.

Please open it.

Wangfu stone envelope downstream of time

God, maybe you can change it and make it as beautiful as a flower. Please open the tears of the young woman frozen to stone by the sea, and let her flow happily! A soul lying on the rail said with a smile, facing the sea, spring is blooming.

I remember a philosopher said that beauty is to break what you feel most distressed for you.