Poems of Wild Swan (in Chinese and English)

Other poems: the wild swan tree is covered with gorgeous autumn clothes, and the path in the forest is dry. In October, the sunrise is hazy and the water is still. A lake full of pebbles, fifty-nine swans swim. Nineteen autumn days have passed quietly since I first came here to count swans. When I was counting, I saw swans suddenly rushing into the blue sky in droves, and then dispersed, flying around the broken circle, flapping their wings and making a loud noise. Looking at this splendid creature, I feel pain and sadness. Great changes have taken place. Since I first heard them hovering over my head like a pendulum, how light my steps are in the boundless sunshine. They fly with me and never get tired. Sometimes they play in the deep water on the lake, and sometimes they fly in the air, and their vitality will never decay. Wherever you swim, passion and ambition will accompany them for a long time. Nowadays, they swim in calm water, mysterious and beautiful. What kind of lakes and reeds will they build their homes along, so that people can write their joy into their eyes. I woke up suddenly one morning and found that they had long since disappeared. Wild swan-the trees in autumn are beautiful, the paths in the forest are dry, and in the twilight of October, the water reflects a quiet sky; There are fifty-nine swans on the overflowing water among the stones. Since I first counted the number of people, the nineteenth autumn has come. Before I finished, I saw all the people suddenly climb 10 and spin into huge broken rings on their noisy wings. I look at those brilliant creatures, and now my heart hurts. Everything has changed since I first heard their wings flapping gently on my head on this coast at dusk. Still tireless, one lover after another, they paddle in the cold, soar in friendly streams or in the air; Their hearts are not getting old; Passion or conquest, wandering where they want to go, still accompany them. But now they are drifting on the calm water, mysterious and beautiful; When I wake up one day and find that they have flown away, what kind of rushes will they be built in, and what kind of lakes or pools will they please people's eyes?