( 1)
Give ai Qing
Can't turn blue, think of Ai Qing, mottled color.
Tall shrubs, leaves spreading in the sky.
Those villages bowed their heads and accepted the favor of poetry.
The magnificent curtain is exciting and everywhere.
Embrace the birth of the red regime
I am sad to think of Ai Qing's nanny, Da Yanhe.
The wheat in the village rolls like air.
Water spinach, reeds, waving on the mountain.
The birth of poets is like those faint particles.
Sobbing in the water, following the wind speed, reaching the sky.
You must see the sun and the light.
Seeing the sun burn your skin.
Countless windows are like human ears.
You pricked up your ears and heard a small sound.
There are ten thousand kinds of tenderness, which can be calmed down
You must have met the woman who painted plum blossoms.
Watch an endless feast
I heard what I didn't say.
Green, withered and incomplete.
Love or embarrassment, existence or nothingness
You are a poet, and you are standing in the river.
I stood on the roof of Hepo Old Street and looked at you.
When you see me, don't laugh and close your eyes slightly.
Countless peach blossoms bury you and me.
Living and dead poets
(2)
For my prayers.
Ai Qing, get up
Please tell them.
Said that what they had been waiting for had come.
Said I came from the dew.
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
Come up from the rough sea.
I will bring light to the world.
Bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you a straight mouth.
Please arouse my interest.
A man who knows that his eyes are burning with thirst
And distant cities and villages are immersed in hardships.
Invite them to welcome me.
The first pilot of the white sun, the messenger of light.
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors to welcome you.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome us.
Please ask the street sweeper to sweep the street.
Please take the truck to move the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Let the cars line up in a splendid procession across the square.
Please wake up from the wet fog.
I broke down their fence to welcome them.
Let the village women open their chickens.
Ask the farmers to pull the plowed cows out of the cowshed.
Tell them through your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean up those dry fields.
And those dirty wells.
Please open the window covered with floral paper.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please call the woman who woke Yin Qin up.
And the boy who snores.
Ask young lovers to get up, too.
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleeping mother.
And the baby next to him
Please wake everyone up.
Even the patients and midwives
Even those old people
People groaned in bed.
Even the wounded fighting for justice.
And those refugees who fled because of the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up those unfortunate people.
I will comfort them.
Please wake up a person who loves life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Ask the dancers to dance to welcome you.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Say I'll knock on their window at once.
Please be loyal to the poets of that era.
Bring comfort to mankind.
Ask them to prepare for the happy reception, and ask all people to prepare for the happy reception.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to look up at the sky with sincere eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who have been waiting for me.
Please tell them at the end of the night.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Getaiyang
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am happy to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean light,
Shining on the window I haven't opened for a long time,
Paint the window paper pale yellow like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so excited that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you put a bright tablecloth woven with all the gold thread,
Spread it on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
This is true, there is no doubt about it.
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so brightly.
I look at you with my eyes open,
Eager to capture your image,
How strong, how confused, how strict!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to people,
That is, let the most unlucky people see you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are a blacksmith sometimes,
A good goldsmith alive;
You cast the sun into a golden wheel, but you didn't count it.
Flying in the ancient wilderness ...
Without you, sun,
When you cut life, you will crawl in the dark.
Even with wings and arms, it can only be like a bat.
Flying in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion, let me suffer for thinking.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Untie my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...