Ai Qing's short poems

1, to the female sculptor Zhang Deti

Hair runs through your fingers.

Like waves

The hardships of the years remain on my forehead.

From your eyes, from your fingers.

Sad eyes

Lips Wide Shut

There's one I ran through your fingers.

Use my breath.

Take my temperature.

I was silent.

Maybe it's misfortune.

Because of you, I have extended my life.

2. Fish fossils

How vivid the action is,

How energetic,

Jumping in the waves,

Floating on the sea;

Unfortunately, there was a volcanic eruption.

Could be an earthquake,

You lost your freedom,

Cut into dust;

Hundreds of millions of years later,

Geological exploration team,

Found you in the rocks,

Still lifelike.

But you were silent,

Not even a sigh,

Scales and fins are intact,

But can't move;

You're absolutely still,

No response to the outside world,

Can't see the sky and water,

I can't hear the waves.

Staring at a fossil,

Even fools learn a lesson:

Without exercise,

There is no life.

To live is to fight,

March forward in the struggle,

Even in death,

Energy should also be used cleanly.