Modern Chinese and foreign tender feelings poems 1: the song of an old sailor
The old sailor sat on the rock.
Opening his skirt is like opening his heart to the sea.
His silver hair fluttered in the sea breeze and he breathed the breath of the sea.
He listened to the sound of the waves.
He stared at:
Endless and distant sky
Brilliant sunset glow
A little sail shadow
Flying petrel ...
His dim eyes
Tears are falling gradually.
He sang in a low voice.
An old sailor's song
"... the sea breeze stung me.
The waves make me sad.
Watching the evening stars attract pastoral dreams ... "
Wandering at sea that year.
Under the starlight
He heard it in the song.
The stream in my hometown gurgles.
Nowadays, the old people are in their hometown.
He is far away.
Come and visit the sea
He misses the sea and yearns for it: storms, huge waves, reefs, eddies and death struggle to overcome death ... magnificent.
Sunrise and sunset
The light of the lighthouse in the dark
New port, new dream ...-Ah, shining youth.
Fearless struggle
A life-and-death partner
Fantastic sea
"... watching the evening stars to attract the dream of hometown" wailed sadly like an old horse and missed the old battlefield.
The old sailor is singing.
Miss his real hometown
Ranosh
The stars twinkle on the sea.
The sound of the waves echoes the song.
The white-haired old sailor sat on the rock facing the sea and lifted his skirt.
Like opening his heart.
The second tender modern poetry at home and abroad: youth
Let me be lonely
Stroll to the silent river bank.
Don't ask if roses have thorns,
Or is there a beautiful flower among thorns,
-I folded one for you.
Blood dripped from the stabbed finger,
Wipe the skirt:
Let roses decorate your youth, let blood decorate my youth.
The third tender modern poetry at home and abroad: the tree on the cliff
I don't know what strange wind it is.
Blow the tree over there.
The end of the plain
On the cliff near the deep valley
It listens to the sound of the distant forest.
The singing of the stream in the deep valley
It stood there alone.
Appear lonely and stubborn
Its bent body.
Leave the shape of the wind
It seems that it is about to fall into a deep valley.
But it's like spreading your wings and flying. ...
Modern Poetry of Chinese and Foreign Tenderness Part IV: A Girl's Answer
Don't brag to me about your talent.
Shallow streams are noisy.
I like the sea—
So vast and deep.
Don't pour out your feelings to me in a hurry.
Words that make you beautiful
Burn in the furnace of time
See if it's sandstone or real gold.
An ancient and eternal mystery
If someone asks me what love is
I will keep silent solemnly.
Because I am too naive and too young.
All I know is that this is a sacred word.
Say it with a sincere heart.
In order to get it
You must burn your soul with fire.