Every day, every day,
There are three, two.
Persimmon leaves in red coats,
Go after the autumn wind.
When the last days of autumn,
On the bare persimmon tree,
When not leaving a leaf,
I see: there is another one.
Red persimmon hanging,
It bends the branches.
A child said:
If the autumn wind blows it down,
It's bound to hurt a lot.
Another child said:
I hope it won't blow again,
Let it spend the winter in the tree.
Another child said:
I hope that one autumn night,
It turned into a small lamp.
An old man said:
It will become a little sun,
Sprinkle sweet sunshine on you.
Jin Bo II, Selected Poems of Modern Times: I capture ancient and young people.
I saw the old wall,
There are mottled and picturesque words,
Driven by life,
Jump and fly in front of your eyes.
Words that are reduced to hieroglyphics,
Like the sun, like the moon, like birds, like horses,
They are all mysterious pictures.
Carved on stones, danced,
Cast on a bronze tripod is a call,
Write on bamboo slips and sing songs.
The words of a painting,
Not afraid of overeating, braving the wind and waves,
Flowing into a beautiful pattern
From dormant to flying, showing the vicissitudes of history,
The resurrection of ancient legends.
I capture old and young words,
Constantly arranging and combining,
Woven into stories, poems and songs,
Every word is a spark of wisdom.
Jin Bo San: Flowers Bring Rain, Selected Modern Poems
I am your disobedient child,
I sneaked out of the house.
Through the Woods,
When crossing the bridge,
On the bright shore of the lake,
I play to my heart's content
I forgot about you,
I forgot my home,
Please forgive me, mom.
I went after butterflies,
It flew into the Woods,
Hidden in a small flower.
I don't want to catch it anymore,
Because of that little flower,
It is its sweet home.
I'm by the lake,
Watching an uncle go fishing,
Little green fish,
Like a fresh pod.
I also looked at the old man,
Using sheep bones as bait,
There are too many online.
Jumping shrimp!
I asked my uncle.
Want a small fish,
I asked grandpa
I want two shrimps.
I said, I promise,
Can't eat;
My family has a big fish tank.
Build them a home,
Let them grow up there.
Suddenly, it began to rain.
The raindrops are urgent and heavy,
Hit him in the face,
It hurts and numb.
People are running,
At this moment, I remembered home.
Think of mom.
Looking at the rainy day,
I remembered
Mom likes it best.
Flowers with rain.
I was in the rain,
Picking wild flowers,
Took a handful,
Another one.
How happy I am,
Because I can give it to my mother.
A bunch of flowers with rain!
I'm going home.
I'm a little scared again.
I am a disobedient child,
Just now, I really shouldn't
Sneak out of the house.
Maybe, because of this,
I'll be scolded by my mother,
Even beatings.
Looking at the flowers holding the rain in their hands,
I was thinking, mom, would you?
Jinbo 4: If I were a snowflake.
If I were a snowflake,
Guess, I'll fall
Where are you going?
I want to fall into the river,
Play games with small fish and shrimp.
I'd like to fall on the square,
Make a fat snowman,
Watching you smile.
I'd rather fall on my mother's face,
Kiss her, kiss her,
And melt happily.