Wen Yiduo's stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you have some rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
Several petals of peach blossoms were embroidered on the tin can.
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Shape a steaming cloud for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
A little clear.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
Wen Yiduo's Red Candle
"Every night, the candle will dry the wick."
-Li Shangyin
Red candle!
Such a red candle!
poet
Spit out your heart and compare it,
But what about ordinary colors?
Red candle!
Who made the wax?-for your body.
Who lit the fire-lit the soul?
Why do you have to burn the wax to ashes?
And let it out?
Repeated mistakes;
Contradiction! Conflict! "
Red candle!
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong!
It should "light" your light-
This is the natural way.
Red candle!
Once made, it will burn!
Burn it! Burn it!
The dream of burning the world,
The blood of the boiling world-
Save their souls,
Smash their prison!
Red candle!
When your heart is burning,
It was the day when tears began.
Red candle!
The craftsman created you,
It was originally used for burning. "
Now it's burning,
Why are you crying?
Oh! I know!
It is the residual wind that invades your light,
When your fever is unstable,
I was so anxious that I cried!
Red candle!
Flow! How can it not flow?
Please put your cream,
Constantly flowing to the world,
Cultivate comfortable flowers,
Form a happy fruit!
Red candle!
You shed a tear and the ash was distracted.
Depression, tears for your fruit,
Create light for your career.
Red candle!
"Mo Wen harvests, but requires farming."
19 19 When the May 4th Movement broke out, Guo Moruo initiated the establishment of a national salvation group, Xia She, in Fukuoka, Japan, and devoted himself to the New Culture Movement, creating poems such as Phoenix Nirvana, The Earth, My Mother and Coal in the Furnace.
Goddess, the representative collection of poems (published in 192 1), broke away from the shackles of China's traditional poetry, embodied the spirit of the May 4th Movement and opened up a new generation of poetic style in the history of China literature.
The original poem of phoenix nirvana is here.
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Coal in the stove
-miss the mood of the motherland
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor,
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!