And twinkling constellations.
You climb very high.
Your eyes are staring into the distance
Let the scenery in front of you fall.
Like a withered spring.
On that rugged road
Your steps are very difficult.
How many times from a steep height
Fall into the mountain stream of death
Your wound is full of blood and tears.
Never stop your steps.
Often you bite loneliness.
It's like biting greatness
Bite pride and self-esteem
Even if the loneliness was bitten to pieces.
You must swallow a bitter water tightly wrapped in a gallbladder.
You still don't give up.
Look up at the world from the depths of life
Maybe it's another narrow road with the same length.
Maybe on the way there.
One day you will fall down.
It's not your fault either.
Because this is a sacred choice.
2. Ai Qing's era
I stood under the low eaves.
Looking at the barren hills with ecstasy
The high and wide sky,
For a long time, I felt that I felt some kind of miracle.
I saw something flashing.
It inspires my heart like the sun,
With a loud noise on the horizon,
With a storm of screaming,
Scroll and scroll ...
I am fascinated by it and cheer for it! '
When I heard the profile of the snow-capped mountains from the clouds
The bumpy rolling sound of the ship came from the uneven road.
Like the grooms who go to the wedding.
-Even though I know what it brought me.
This is not a holiday carnival.
And some vaudeville laughter.
This is a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses,
I still ran towards it.
Use the enthusiasm that life can exert.
I'm not weak-I'm not complacent,
I am not a person who can comfort myself or deceive myself.
I am not satisfied with what the world has given me.
-Honor or shame.
Whether it's gloomy eyes or dark hatred.
And the happiness that people's eyes sparkle because of it.
I feel empty in places you don't know.
Give me a world to live in.
I always open my arms.
I asked to climb the mountain.
I want to cross the sea.
I want to meet higher praise and greater slander.
More unresolved grievances, and more deadly blows-
I want to get up from the deep ditch of time ...
No one will suffer more than me-
I am loyal to the times, dedicated to the times, but silent.
Reluctantly, like a captured prisoner.
Silence before being taken to the execution ground.
I am silent because there is not enough loud language.
Like thunder in early summer through a cloudy sky.
Release my passion to my crazy cry.
Dedicated to something that makes me so excited and surprised.
I love it more than anything I have ever loved.
I am willing to give my life for its arrival.
Pass it from my body to my soul.
I look so humble in front of it.
I even want to lie on my back.
Let its feet step on my chest like a road.
3. The tree is the "sea"
We should only learn from the sea.
There is no road in the sea, and it is open in all directions.
Its language is in the sound of the waves
Its distance and depth
As full of miracles as the soul.
We should only listen to our inner voice.
What can be forgotten should be forgotten.
Because the stars and the land cannot be forgotten.
At the seaside, sit and look out.
I seem to see the end of my life-
What I saw blinded me.
What I heard made me deaf.