Ponds in winter,
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.
2, "Handcart" Ai Qing
In the area where the Yellow River flows.
At the bottom of countless dry rivers
A cart with only one 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
It echoes the sadness of the people in the north.
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?
Intertwined with the sadness of the people in the north.
3, "Dove Whistle" Ai Qing
Sunny days in the north
A vast area
I like its color.
Bluer than the sea.
How I want to fly.
High altitude vortex
Give an intoxicating roar
The sound travels farther and farther. ...
If anyone can understand
This melodious melody
He would prefer blue.
-Sunny days in the north