"That moment is gone forever, son!"
1
That moment is gone forever, son!
It sank, dried up and never looked back!
We look back,
Can't help but feel afraid:
I hope the ghost below will cry sadly;
You and I fooled it to death,
In the dark river of life.
2
The stream we are looking at has been
Rolling away, never looking back;
But we insist
A desolate environment,
Like a tombstone to commemorate the dead.
Hope and fear: Oh, the dawn of life
Let them fly away and retire.
18 17
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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pass
1
Will you forget that happy moment,
Buried by us under the pavilion of love?
Facing the cold body, we paved it.
Not moss, but leaves and flowers.
Oh, flowers are lost happiness,
Leaves are hope, but they still exist.
2
Have you forgotten the dead? Has it
Some ghosts will come out to avenge it!
It has a memory and turns its heart into a grave.
And regret, dive into the fog of the bottom of the spirit.
Will whisper to you:
Once happiness disappears, it is pain.
18 18
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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"Don't lift this curtain."
Don't lift the curtain: Oh, I care.
Call life, although there is no real picture;
I just painted it randomly.
Imitate what we want-and hope.
And fear, twin fate, hiding behind,
In the depths of the cave, fantasy keeps weaving.
I know someone who found it-
He wants to find something to pin his love on,
But I can't find it. There is nothing in the world.
The real image can make him move a little.
So he drifted in the cold crowd,
Being a light in the shadow is a bright spot.
Falling on a gloomy landscape, he is also an elf.
The pursuit of truth, but like a "preacher" (1) sigh.
18 18
(1) Ecclesiastes in the Old Testament says, "All is vanity."
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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Philosophy of love
Spring water always meets rivers,
The river flows into the sea again,
The breeze in the sky will always melt.
A sweet feeling;
What is loneliness in the world?
Everything is due to the laws of nature
Will merge into a spirit.
Why are you different from me?
Look at the mountain kissing the blue sky.
The waves also embrace each other;
Who has seen that flowers can't tolerate each other:
Sisters despise brothers?
The sun hugs the earth tightly,
The moonlight kissed the waves;
But what good are these kisses,
If you don't kiss me?
18 19
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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dirge
Oh, world! Oh, it's time! Oh, life!
I went to your last floor,
I can't help shivering for the place where I once stood;
When will you shine again?
Oh, never again-never again!
From the arms of day and night
A joy flew to the sky;
Early spring, midsummer and severe winter give me a heart.
Full of sadness, but happy,
Oh, never again-never again!
182 1 year
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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changeful
We are like clouds that cover the midnight moon;
It kept running, shining and trembling,
Shine dazzling light in the dark! -But soon.
When the night closes, it will disappear forever;
Like a forgotten harp, discordant strings.
Every time you fiddle with it, it makes a different sound.
Every time you play it again on that exquisite instrument,
The tone and syllables will not be the same as before.
We sleep: dreams can rest in peace;
Let's get up: wandering thoughts will defile this day again;
We feel, think, imagine, laugh or cry,
Whether you cling to sadness or get rid of troubles:
After all, it is the same! Because, ah, in this world,
Happiness and sadness will slip away:
Our tomorrow will never be like yesterday,
Alas, everything refuses to stay except impermanence.
18 14 years
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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Ossie Manders
I met a tourist from an ancient country.
He said: there are two huge broken stone legs.
Standing in the desert ... still half buried nearby.
Broken stone face; His wrinkled eyebrows,
Dry lips, contempt and indifference in majesty,
It shows that sculptors have understood this so far.
The passion and desire to stay on this rock,
Although the sculptor has been dead for a long time, the prototype heart;
On the stone bench, there is such a note:
"I'm Ossie Manders, king of kings.
Tough person, who can match my performance! "
This is everything, nothing else.
Around this huge waste market, it is boundless.
I saw a desolate and lonely flat sand.
18 17
Osi Manders, the king of ancient Egypt, is said to have his tomb in Ramisil's tomb in Thebes.
Translated by Cha Liang Zheng.
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Let's end with the most famous ode to the west wind.
1
Oh, the wild west wind, the breath of autumn life!
You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you.
It's like a ghost meets a wizard and has to escape:
Yellow, black, gray, red as tuberculosis,
Ah, a group of people who are seriously infected with the epidemic: Xifeng, it's you.
Drive the wing seeds.
On the bed in the dark winter, they lay there,
Like a dead hole in the grave, cold, hidden and humble,
Wait until spring, when your beautiful sister blows.
Her trumpet resounded through the sleeping earth,
(Call out buds and feed in the air like sheep)
Let the mountains and plains be full of color and fragrance.
Free spirit, you travel everywhere;
Destroyer and Protector: Listen, you listen!
2
When the sky is in chaos,
Clouds are torn like dead leaves of the earth.
Branches intertwined with the sky and the sea.
Be the messenger of rain and electricity: they will fall.
On the blue waves of your solemn breath,
Like a crazy girl's fluttering hair flashing,
From the distant and blurred edge of the sky
Straight to the sky, swaying everywhere.
Curly hair wants a thunderstorm, for a dying year.
You sang Corona Herr and this dense night.
Will be the dome of a huge tomb,
With the cohesion of your strength;
That's your breath, and it will explode from it.
Black Rain, Hail and Flame: Oh, listen!
three
It's you, you awakened the blue Mediterranean,
It's been sleeping all summer,
Hypnotized by the clear water,
On the pumice island in Baya Bay,
It dreamed of ancient palaces and pavilions.
Shaking in the waves reflected in the water sky,
They are all covered with moss and flowers.
What a charming smell! Oh, here you are.
Make way for the turbulent waves in the Atlantic Ocean.
Split yourself into two sides, but fall into the abyss.
Flowers and plants in the ocean and muddy forests
Although the branches and leaves are sparse, there is no energy;
Hearing your voice, they turned blue with fear:
Trembling and automatically contracting at the same time: Oh, listen!
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Hey, if I am a dead leaf and you let me float,
If I were a cloud, I could fly with you.
It's a wave, breathe with your strength,
If I have your pulse, it doesn't matter.
You are too free, oh, an uncontrollable life!
If I could dance like Feng Ling when I was a teenager.
I will be your partner and swim in the sky.
Because, at that time, if I wanted to chase you to the sky,
I wouldn't be like this.
So eager to pray with you.
Oh, lift me up like waves, leaves and clouds!
I fell on the thorns of life, I was bleeding!
This kind of life is suppressed by the heavy shackles of years.
I am like you: proud, agile and unruly.
five
Think of me as your harp, like a forest;
Although my leaves have fallen, what does it matter!
Music inspired by your huge ensemble
Will be dyed by the Woods and my late autumn:
Although sad and sweet. Oh, I hope you can give it to me.
Violent spirit! Brave, let us become one!
Please blow my dead thoughts to the world,
Let it give birth to new life like dead leaves!
Oh, please listen to this incantation poem.
Just take my words, like ashes and sparks.
Spread from the still burning fire to the world!
Let the horn of prophecy pass through my lips
Wake up the sleeping earth! If it's winter
It has come, west wind, can spring be far behind?
The farthest distance in the world-Tagore
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not from birth to death.
When I sit next to you
You don't understand that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you are not sure that I love you.
When my love confuses my soul
But I can't say it.
The furthest distance in the world
Not that I can't say I love you.
This is after looking into my heart
I can't change my love.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I love you.
This is our love.
We kept our distance.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between us.
When we break through,
We deny the existence of love.
The furthest distance in the world
Not in two distant trees.
It's the same branch
Can't enjoy coexistence.
The furthest distance in the world
Not in the separated branch.
It's among the twinkling stars
They can't light a lamp.
The furthest distance in the world
Not a burning star.
It's behind the light
They can't be seen from a distance.
The furthest distance in the world
Not fading light.
This is our coincidence.
It shouldn't be for love.
The furthest distance in the world
It is the love between fish and birds.
One is flying in the sky,
The other faces the sea.
Pushkin
Xiaohua
I found a little flower in the book.
It withered, lost its fragrance and was forgotten.
So my heart can't help it.
Full of strange reverie:
Where is it open? What time does it open?
What spring was it? How long has it been open?
Did a stranger or a friend take it off?
What is the reason for being caught by this book?
Is it to commemorate that affectionate tryst?
Or to commemorate destiny takes a hand's parting?
Maybe when walking alone,
From the shade, or on the road?
It's him, still alive? It's her. Still alive?
Where is their home now?
Maybe they're all withered,
Like this little flower for no reason? Pushkin