I am a grass in Tang poetry,
I am a grass in Song Ci,
I've heard many legends,
I have brushed a lot of clouds.
The wind of war taught me to pursue freedom,
I will embrace the ideal upward;
The spring rain taught me to moisten things quietly,
I will always pay silently;
Keywords verse, neologism,
Give me a beautiful heart;
All the way to the border, it rained in the south of the Yangtze River.
Casting my broad mind;
I hugged—
Blue sky and the open sea,
In me, ideals, dedication and blood,
Close, close combination.
I am a part of poetry, a part of painting,
I and the United States are a whole and inseparable;
I belong to the past, to the future,
I long for all the roles,
It has become the carrier of our complaints.
Whether in English, French or Arabic,
I will sing heartily.
Where there is a cry of parting, I will go there.
Remind them with the ubiquitous figure,
Let them hope to meet again;
Where there is a groan of pain, I walk there,
Soothes their yellow, black and white vicissitudes,
Give them warmth and make them happy.
I want to keep the crystal dew,
For newborn babies,
Be their innocent eyes;
I want to embrace the breeze,
For vagrants who go out,
Write letters they miss.
Spring, March-
I stretch my waist and soften their feet,
Make their carpets,
Let everyone have a soft dream;
Filariasis in July-
I played a cool song,
Wipe their foreheads sweating from picking mulberries,
Play for them.
I feel natural for them,
I soothe their hearts.
I welcome so many partners-
Rain flute, pipa, guzheng,
Compose with me;
I hugged so many tourists—
People who saw me off, returned from afar and went to the battlefield,
Life is like a play around me.
If one day, I die, I will fall peacefully in people's memory.
My ring contains my thoughts and information,
I wrote a chapter of brilliant sunshine,
The songs of the years played by people around you;
You can even find the lights out, the lights out,
And the happiness and joy I am proud of. ...
This is my compliment to Chicheng,
That is my gratitude for kindness;
If you bend down, you will hear,
Every cell of mine is whispering:
Let me turn into coal as soon as possible
-Black coal deposited underground,
In order to give the world in the future.
Pure light,
Hot heat!