Poetry has twelve sections, and each section can be called a level of poetry.
Wen Yiduo's mentality of studying abroad is contradictory: he refuses his life choice, but also has a sense of loneliness and loss that he can't get rid of after choosing. However, once out of studying abroad, in the journey full of difficulties and obstacles, the poet broke through the fog and resolutely rushed to the established goal. Of course, in the new environment, I can't stop thinking about my hometown: the gloomy future and fear of life can easily make China poets turn to sigh.
Encounter classics and elegance
Author: Wen Yiduo
Video source: butterflies read aloud for you (dancingbutterfly227 1)
Editor: Shicheng Tiandi
Original works, reproduced and indicated.
How lonely is the lonely goose that broke the rainbow, wandering alone on the world of mortals? How helpless is it? How many feelings? What kind of mood should Wen Yiduo feel when he travels across the ocean alone and studies abroad like a lonely goose?
Lonely goose
Author/Wen Yiduo
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 we flying to?
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,
Black smoke stove,
Can attract your trace!
Come back, lost soul!
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.
Return and wander on the flat beach,
In the silvery moonlight,
Dance and tease 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 too much,
Take me away;
I still have a letter on my foot,
How can I give up my mission,
According to my nature,
Turn around and blow your wings home?