Ye Saining's modern poems;
1, birch
In front of my window, there is a birch tree.
As if covered with silver frost, covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches, snow embroidered edges are chic,
Bai Liusu is picturesque with flowers.
In the hazy silence, birch trees stand tall.
Bright snowflakes are shining in the golden light.
A belated morning glow appeared around the birch tree.
It adds a layer of silver luster to the snow-covered branches.
2. Stars
Bright star, high star!
What do you contain and what do you hide?
Ah, the stars that melt deep thoughts,
What power did you use to capture my heart?
Dense stars, crowded stars!
What makes you beautiful and what makes you strong?
Stars in the sky, what do you use,
Attract knowledge-hungry powers?
Why is it that when you blink,
Always tempting me to yearn for the sky,
Want to throw yourself into the boundless mind?
You stare at me tenderly,
Love my heart,
Ah, the stars in the sky, the stars in the distance!
3. I remember
I remember, honey, I remember.
The flash of your soft hair;
Fate let me leave you,
My heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled;
May the days be short,
May the moonlight shine longer.
I remember you saying to me:
"The good old days are about to become the past,
You'll forget me, dear,
Pairing with other girlfriends. "
Today, the bodhi tree is in bloom again.
Cause infinite melancholy in my heart;
How gentle I was then,
Sprinkle petals on your curly hair.
Ah, it's annoying to love others.
My heart won't get cold,
It will think of you from others,
As happy as reading a beloved novel.
The simplicity of ancient traditions
Amazingly simple
Fresh and simple happiness.
4. Good morning
The twinkling stars are sleepy,
The mirror-like bend of the river swayed and trembled,
The morning light reflected the creek,
Red the sky like a fishing net.
The sleepy little white birch smiled.
Comb soft silky braids.
The green Yunnan wheat makes the sound of extraction,
The silver light of the dew flickered again and again.
Nettles grow by the fence,
Dress yourself up with colorful mother-of-pearl;
It naughty place head whispered:
"Good morning, good morning!"
5. The fields are harvested and the Woods are bare.
The fields were harvested and the Woods were bare.
Fog rises from the water and the air is humid.
The soft sun, like a wheel, rolls behind the blue hills.
Digging the road and falling asleep,
Today it has begun to look forward to it.
It won't be long,
The snowy winter is coming.
Hey, I was in the fog yesterday.
See in the noisy forest:
The brown crescent moon is like a pony.
Driving our sleigh.