It was bumpy and smooth all the way,
There are beautiful green hills among the violets.
Hold Artemisia longifolia and stay in the center of the wave.
Bo Xin sees Youyou Fish-
Shian, Nora. (same as above)
nine
Be quiet! Stop paddling,
Listen to the loud joy in the green forest,
Thrush or Zhi Geng? Like a few drops of perfume,
Drop into my thirsty heart-
Shian, Nora. (same as above)
ten
Wuta 1: Don't laugh at the madness of tourists.
Boat people, you enjoy the peace of mountains and rivers.
Have a drink of "Shaji 1", my friend, and get drunk.
Uta uta. Shanling's voice is not too rude-
Shian, Nora. (same as above)
eleven
I don't distinguish-I don't need to distinguish-this strange lyric,
Like unbridled waves hissing in a cave,
Just like an old soldier telling stories about his youth,
Uta Uta! I'm full of wonderful ideas-
Shian, Nora. (same as above)
twelve
That's a cuckoo! She embroidered a ribbon,
Green foothills of green hills;
Ah, there is also her fragrance in the blue waves.
In the blue waves, there is a peach-like timidity-
Shian, Nora. (same as above)
thirteen
But it provided me with serious intoxication,
Not only has the fragrance of azaleas;
Than the fragile cuckoo,
The most unforgettable and more exquisite girl!
Shian, Nora.
fourteen
I admire their lightness,
Natural charm, natural charm!
I admire their uniform color,
Bright as a butterfly, light as a butterfly-
Shian, Nora.
fifteen
Live up to the originality of the creator,
There is infinite hospitality in their flow;
For example, freedom like the smell of cigarettes and flowers,
Their smiles and gentleness make me never tire of eating-
Shian, Nora.
sixteen
I am a night butterfly in the valley;
Forming on the grass, flying in the dark,
I present beautiful gold powder on my wings and feathers,
I like stars shining thousands of miles away-
Shian, Nora.
seventeen
I am a drunken flower bee;
I am full of fragrance and I am not afraid of my madness.
Now, on the way home, I promised my little voice,
I want to praise another kind of flower wine, which I once tasted-
Shian, Nora.
eighteen
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it is too shy to enjoy the cool.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure.
Shian, Nora.
1June, 924, Xu Zhimo wrote this group of poems during Tagore's visit to Japan, which was included in the first edition of Zhimo Poetry Collection. The first seventeen poems were deleted by the author when they were reprinted, only the last one was left, and a subtitle was added: For Japanese girls.
Broken temple
This rain will make me
Rushed into the dark mountains,
Close to my head, I accepted,
Bold oolong claws,
Jujube trees are hidden in the air.
A quiet ruined temple,
I'm covered in raindrops,
Hiding in a sleepy ruined temple;
Thunderstorm is getting bigger and bigger:
Mr Rumble along while, in anger.
Leaves, roots, seedlings,
The rocks in the valley roared together,
Thousands of gold scissors,
Fly into the gloomy ruined temple,
I was shaking all over. I used lightning.
Measure this cold ruined temple;
I couldn't help crying loudly,
Shining like a flashlight,
Reflect in the shrine next to me
A shinto that makes faces,
The lightning went away, and the thunderbolt came again.
Miss Shinto with a grin,
The rain poured down like a stone-
I am single, hiding in a ruined temple;
Thousands of years should have passed!
I just feel hairy all over,
I only heard terrible strange cries,
I only remember the evil Shinto,
Forget my ruined temple:
Finally, the rain stopped and the thunder stopped.
The blood-red sun shines all over the sky,
Reflect me, a ruined temple!
Nature and life