Wave after wave
Come to me endlessly
Every wave is at its feet.
Beaten to pieces and scattered.
……
Its face and body.
Like a knife.
But it's still standing there
Looking at the sea with a smile.
……
2. I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Step 3 face the sun
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
4. Dawn notification
For my wish.
Poet, get up
Please tell them to give it to the sun.
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Said I came through the dew
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
From the rough sea
I will bring light to the world.
And will bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you the mouth of an upright man
Please take down my message.
Tell those who are full of longing in their eyes
And distant cities and villages immersed in suffering.
Ask them to welcome me.
Pioneer of day, messenger of light
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors. Welcome.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome.
Ask the cleaner to clean the street.
Please drive a van to remove the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Line up the cars across the square.
Please also wake up the village from the wet fog.
To welcome me, I opened their fence.
Let the village women open their chickens.
Ask the farmers to pull the cows out of the cowshed.
Let them know with your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean the threshing floor.
And those patios that are always dirty
Please open the window with the sticker.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please wake up this careful woman.
And the man who snores.
Please let the young lovers get up, too
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleepy mother.
And the baby around him
Please wake everyone up.
Even those sick women.
Even those who are elderly
People groaned in bed.
Even those who were injured in the just war.
And those displaced by the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up all unfortunate people.
I will also give them comfort.
Please wake up all those who love life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Please welcome the dancers with dancing.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Said I was going to knock on their windows.
Please be a poet who is loyal to time.
News that brings comfort to mankind
Let them prepare for it, let everyone prepare for it.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to gaze at the sky with pious eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who expect me.
Please tell them before the end of tonight.
Said that what they were waiting for came.