Wen Yiduo's poem 1: Lonely Goose
Unfortunate loner!
Who taught you to abandon your old couple,
Break the array,
Wandering at the bottom of this water town,
If you're worried,
Crying endless bitterness?
Ah! From the thick curtains at the bottom of the clouds,
In and out of such lamentations;
What a pain! So enthusiastic!
Lonely wanderer!
Don't shout!
Your deep sound waves,
In this sea mine,
Not worth it.
Where did it spill?
Poor lonely soul!
Not to mention looking back at the sky.
The sky is an endless secret,
A blue riddle,
It's too difficult for you to guess.
There is no need to bow to the sea.
This wicked man who insulted the sky,
His salty saliva.
Don't get your wings wet,
Stick to your schedule!
Lonely birds in the street!
Where are you flying to live?
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean,
Do you know what is there?
Ah! That's eagle territory—
That bully!
His sharp fingers and claws,
Tearing the bottom of nature,
Build a nest of money.
Only machines made of steel,
Drunk with the blood of the weak,
Spit out some evil black smoke,
Dirt my space, cover the sun and the moon,
It is said that flying without knowing the direction,
Rest, there is nowhere to hide!
What a stray dog!
Where the hell are you going?
Birds following the sun!
Bright bottom chaser!
Don't trust that dirty slaughterhouse,
A black smoke stove.
Can attract your trace!
Come on, woman, lost souls!
Come back and join your partner,
Replenish their array!
They're watching you.
Back in the frost-stained reed forest,
There is a school hunting the west wind.
Will be like a hairy reed flower,
Made your mattress.
Warm your sweet dreams.
Back to the gentle harbor,
This is your bathtub.
Come back and walk on the flat beach.
In the silvery moonlight,
My mother-in-law is teasing your shadow.
Come back, wandering lonely bird!
Instead of staying at the bottom of this water country,
Struggling in sorrow,
Crying about endless pain,
Why don't you turn around and go home?
Ah! But this is a high-pressure hurricane.
Take me away;
I still have a letter on my foot,
How can I give up my mission,
Let my mind.
Turn around and blow your wings home?
Wen Yiduo's second poem: Meeting in Fantasy
When the sun goes down, responsibility closes its eyes.
The dim darkness and sour silence in the room,
By a kind of if not,
-A bittersweet evening.
Like a white cloud,
Holding a crowned crane-
Immersed in the newly shed moonlight,
Is he the elegant man?
We haven't made a sound yet,
I accidentally touched his clothes just now,
Many secrets, such as rushing to Sichuan,
From this rub, I rushed back and forth.
I want to ask who he really is.
Improve ... Where is the month? Where are people?
Since then, fierce darkness, roaring silence,
I tossed and turned in an empty bed and couldn't sleep all night.
Wen Yiduo's Poetry 3: Death
Ah! My soul! My soul!
My life, my life,
I failed at the end of my life and owed at the end of my life.
Now it's up to you to make up for the recovery,
But what do I have?
What can I ask of you?
Let me drown in your eyes, Wang Baoli!
Let me burn in the furnace of your heart!
Let me indulge in your music and die!
Let me suffocate in the fragrance of your breath!
Or let your dignity shame me to death!
Let your cold freeze me to death
Recognize your heartless teeth and bite me to death!
Let that ungrateful poison sword stab me to death!
If you give me happiness,
I'm so happy;
If you make me suffer,
I also died of pain;
Death is all I ask of you,
Death is my greatest contribution to you.