1, bridge
When land and land are separated by water,
When roads and roads are cut off by water,
Intelligent human beings stand by and watch the water;
So the bridge came into being.
Humans who have suffered from trekking,
Thanks to this bridge.
Bridge is the connection between land and land;
Bridge is the love of river and road;
The bridge is a post station for ships and vehicles to nod;
This bridge is where people wave goodbye to pedestrians by boat.
2. The pond in winter
Ponds in winter,
As lonely as an old man's heart—
A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;
Ponds in winter,
As dry as an old man's eyes—
Worn by hard work;
Ponds in winter,
As barren as an old man's hair—
Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.
Ponds in winter,
As gloomy as a sad old man—
An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.
3. Handcart
In the area where the Yellow River flows.
At the bottom of countless dry rivers
trolley
With a wheel
Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.
Bud overcame cold and silence.
From the foot of the mountain
To the foot of the mountain
Full of noise
The sorrow of the people in the northland
On a cold day
Between poor villages and small villages
trolley
With independent wheels
Deep rutting on the gray loess layer
Across the vast desert
From this road
Which way?
Weave with each other
The sorrow of the people in the northland
4. Lost years
Unlike lost luggage.
You can get it back at the lost and found office.
Lost Years
I don't even know where I lost it—
Some have disappeared in dribs and drabs.
Some have been lost for ten or twenty years,
Yes Lost in the noisy city,
Some are lost in distant wasteland,
Some are crowded stations,
Some are under abandoned small oil lamps;
What is lost is not like a piece of paper, you can pick it up.
More like a bowl of water spilled on the ground.
It is dry and has no shadow;
Time is a flowing liquid-
Cann't afford to salvage with a sieve or net;
Time cannot become a solid,
If only it were a fossil,
Even tens of thousands of years ago, I could find it in the rocks.
Time is like a gas,
Like smoke from the front of a speeding train!
The lost years are like a friend,
Isolated from the world, suffered some hardships,
Get news suddenly; Say that he
Long gone.
5. British Times (1785)
I stood under the low eaves.
Looking at the barren hills with ecstasy
The high and wide sky,
For a long time, I felt that I felt some kind of miracle.
I saw something flashing.
It inspires my heart like the sun,
With a loud noise on the horizon,
With a storm of screaming,
Scroll and scroll ...
I am fascinated by it and cheer for it!
When I heard the profile of the snow-capped mountains from the clouds
The bumpy rolling sound of the ship came from the uneven road.
Like the grooms who go to the wedding.
-Even though I know what it brought me.
This is not a holiday carnival.
And some vaudeville laughter.
This is a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses,
I still ran towards it.
Use the enthusiasm that life can exert.
I'm not weak-I'm not complacent,
I am not a person who can comfort myself or deceive myself.
I am not satisfied with what the world has given me.
-Honor or shame.
Whether it's gloomy eyes or dark hatred.
And the happiness that people's eyes sparkle because of it.
I feel empty in places you don't know.
Give me a world to live in.
I always open my arms.
I asked to climb the mountain.
I want to cross the sea.
I want to meet higher praise and greater slander.
More unresolved grievances, and more deadly blows-
I want to get up from the deep ditch of time ...
No one will suffer more than me-
I am loyal to the times, dedicated to the times, but silent.
Reluctantly, like a captured prisoner.
Silence before being taken to the execution ground.
I am silent because there is not enough loud language.
Like thunder in early summer through a cloudy sky.
Release my passion to my crazy cry.
Dedicated to something that makes me so excited and surprised.
I love it more than anything I have ever loved.
I am willing to give my life for its arrival.
Pass it from my body to my soul.
I look so humble in front of it.
I even want to lie on my back.
Let its feet step on my chest like a road.
6. Give it to the sun
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly 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 and suffer for my ideals.
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
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...
7. Notice of Dawn
For my wish.
Poet, get up
Please tell them.
Said that what they were waiting for came.
Said I came through the dew
Has been led by the last star.
I come from the east.
From the rough sea
I will bring light to the world.
And will bring warmth to mankind.
Lend you the mouth of an upright man
Please take down my message.
Tell those who are full of longing in their eyes
And distant cities and villages immersed in suffering.
Ask them to welcome me.
Pioneer of day, messenger of light
Open all the windows to welcome you.
Open all the doors. Welcome.
Please whistle to welcome you.
Please blow the horn to welcome.
Ask the cleaner to clean the street.
Please drive a van to remove the garbage.
Let the workers walk in the street with broad steps.
Line up the cars across the square.
Please also wake up the village from the wet fog.
To welcome me, I opened their fence.
Ask the women in the village to open the chicken coop.
Ask the farmers to pull the cows out of the cowshed.
Let them know with your warm mouth.
Said I came from the other side of the mountain, the other side of the forest.
Ask them to clean the threshing floor.
And those patios that are always dirty
Please open the window with the sticker.
Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets.
Please wake up this careful woman.
And the man who snores.
Please let the young lovers get up, too
And those sleepy girls
Please wake up the sleepy mother.
And the baby around him
Please wake everyone up.
Even those sick women.
Even those who are elderly
People groaned in bed.
Even those who were injured in the just war.
And those displaced by the collapse of their hometown.
Please wake up all unfortunate people.
I will also give them comfort.
Please wake up all those who love life.
Workers, technicians and painters
Please welcome the singer with a song.
The sound of grass soaking dew
Please welcome the dancers with dancing.
Put on their white misty dressing gowns.
Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people.
Said I was going to knock on their windows.
Please be a poet who is loyal to time.
News that brings comfort to mankind
Let them prepare for it, let everyone prepare for it.
I will come when the rooster crows for the last time.
Ask them to gaze at the sky with pious eyes.
I will give the kindest light to all who expect me.
Please tell them before the end of tonight.
Said that what they were waiting for came.