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Zuizhou
When I follow the ruthless river and only flow,
I feel that the tracker no longer controls my route.
The noisy red man arrested them,
Take it off as a target and nail it to the colorful pile.
I don't care about the fate of these sailors,
I only deliver Flemish wheat and English cotton.
When the tracker's cries and noises disappear,
The river let me drift at will, without attachments.
I ran all winter, ignoring the surging tide,
Deaf than a child who is addicted to playing.
I saw the peninsula break free from the cable one by one.
Like a swarm of victorious bees.
The storm helped me wake up at sea,
I dance lighter than a cork,
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On the waves-the eternal rocking bed of the dead
For ten nights in a row, I don't miss the stupid eyes at the traffic lights.
Green water penetrated my Chinese fir shell,—
Sweeter than a child's greedy sour apple,
Wash off blue wine stains and vomit stains,
Wash my anchor and my rudder.
Since then, I have been immersed in the poems of the sea-
The sea is full of stars, like milk;
I enjoy green light and green, which sometimes drift by.
A pale, melancholy and intoxicated floating corpse.
This piece of blue and absurd, and the fire in the daytime.
The slow rhythm under the reflection is dyed in an instant-
The mildew of orange-red love is fermenting and bitter.
Stronger than alcohol, wider than the harp.
I am familiar with the sky cracked by lightning.
Wild waves, rapids, tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk.
Dawn is as exciting as a flock of pigeons.
I have seen wonders that people can only imagine!
I've seen sunsets, blackened by mysterious fears,
Shining with a long purple light,
According to the trembling of the rolling waves in the distance,
Like a chorus in an ancient drama!
I dreamed of a green night, in the dazzling snow.
A kiss slowly rose to the eyes of the sea,
Unprecedented circulation of sap,
The yellow and blue awakening of phosphorescent singers!
I've been chasing long waves for months,
It hit a rock, like a crazy cowshed,
How can you imagine Maria's bright feet?
Can tame the face of this ocean of asthma!
I ran into the incredible Florida,
Leopard is covered with human skin, and its eyes are mixed with exotic flowers and herbs.
The rainbow stretched tight there, like a reins.
Wearing sea blue horses under sea level!
I've seen fermented swamps, fish baskets-
A rotting beast sleeps among reeds;
On the calm sea, the water suddenly poured down.
A distant scene fell into the whirlpool!
I have seen glaciers, a silver sun and a coal sky.
The pearl wave and the grounding of brown seabed are sinister and unpredictable.
The twisted bark there smells black,
A giant snake bitten by a bedbug fell from the tree!
I really want to show the children the swordfish in the blue waves-
Those goldfish, singing fish;
The foam of flowers blesses me to drift without anchor,
The indescribable breeze gave me wings.
Ocean-the victim of world fatigue
I often gently shake me to sleep with its sobs,
It held up a bunch of black flowers to me, revealing a yellow hole.
I knelt down like a woman, motionless. ...
Like a floating island, full of golden eyes,
I rocked the boat with bird droppings and a noisy boat.
I sailed, from the cable in the water,
Floating corpses often drift backwards to take a nap! ……
I am a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk thread of the sea,
Or is it too empty for birds to be blown by the wind?
Whether it's an armored ship or a Hanseatic League sailboat,
Don't try to catch my drunk skull.
I just need to ripple, smoke and let the purple fog navigate.
I drilled through the red sky wall.
Moss in the sun, tears in the sky-
This is a good piece of music for a real poet.
I am running, wearing a new moon of lightning,
Escort my crazy board is a dark hippocampus;
When beating the blue sky with sticks in July,
The hot funnel is hanging in the air!
I was shaking all over, and I could hear it from a hundred miles away.
A hippo in heat, a roaring whirlpool,
I will always spin the calm blue,
I miss the ancient battlements in Europa!
I've seen Star Island! There,
The frantic Tianmen opened to Voyager:
"You sleep in this bottomless night-
Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "
But I stopped crying! The morning light is so sad,
The whole sun is bitter and the whole moon is bad.
Bitter love intoxicated me,
Oh, may my keel be broken! May I die in the sea!
If I want to see the water in Europe, I just want to see it.
At night, the dark and cold pool on the road,
A sad child crouched by the water,
Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly.
Waves, I have soaked your depression and fatigue,
We can't track the cotton boat anymore,
From then on, I no longer walk under the banner of arrogance.
Or paddle under the terrible eyes of the barge!
Bai Fei translation
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dusk
In the blue evening of summer, I will walk on a quiet path.
Regardless of the stinging skin of the straw, strolling;
I feel the coolness seeping into my feet, and I dream. ...
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The eighth floor
Thousands of people are around you,
In order to make everyone think!
Come and shout for this task,
Ah, we're in mourning!
However, the saints of the sky,
Let the songbirds in May
On the tall oak tree
On the mast that disappeared in the dusk,
Accompany those people,
Catastrophic war
consign to
Rotting grass in the depths of the forest.
Rambo; Trial translation of 15 songs
tears
Away from birds, herds, country girls,
I squatted in the heather and drank,
Surrounded by warm hazel trees,
There is a warm light fog in the afternoon.
How does this young Watts River quench its thirst?
The elms are silent, the grass does not bloom, and the sky is gloomy.
What can I learn from the gourd of impression,
A few drops of golden juice are tasteless and sweaty.
In this way, I am like a broken brand in an inn.
Then the storm swept across the sky until evening.
It became a dark world, a lake, a long pole,
The pillar is in the blue night, and there is a station.
The stream in the forest disappeared on the deserted beach,
The wind fell from the sky and threw hail into the pond. ...
Gold! Like a fisherman looking for gold or shells,
I don't care if I drink or not!
1May 872
Kaxi river
The Cassie River flows quietly.
Through the strange valley:
Hundreds of crows sing together.
Voice of truth, goodness and beauty angels:
Shocking moment in Chinese fir forest
The wind blew in bursts.
Everything flows with the past.
Irritating mysterious countryside;
Pagoda was interviewed, and the park stood out:
People hear voices from both sides.
The passion of the wandering knight's death;
Only the river wind is good for body and mind.
May travelers see these fences:
He will certainly redouble his courage.
The ranger was sent by God,
Dear crow, that's great!
Let the cunning farmers escape from here
Toast collision is an aging stump.
1May 872
Thirsty comedy
1 ancestor
We are your grandparents.
Grandparents!
Wearing the moon and green clothes.
Cold sweat.
There is a heart in our dry wine!
Akira in the daytime.
What is life? -Have a good drink.
I-died in a rushing river.
We are waiting for your grandparents.
Ancestors in the field.
Water is deep in willows;
Look at the running water in the ditch
Around the damp castle.
Down to our cellar;
There are fruit wine and milk.
I walked to the place where the cows drank water.
We are your grandparents;
Come here,
Go to the cupboard and get something to drink;
Tea, coffee, how strange,
Trembling in the pot.
-Look at this view, these flowers.
We came back from the cemetery.
I-ah! Drain all urn!
2 spirit
Eternal water sprite
Separate the trickle.
Venas, the blue sister,
Set off a clear wave.
Jews wandering in Norway
Tell me about the snowstorm.
Dear ancient exiles,
Tell me about the sea.
I-no, pure wine no longer exists.
The splash of these decorative cups;
Legend or face
Can't nourish my heart;
Singh, your goddaughter
It's my crazy desire
Seven-headed snake with no mouth in its heart.
Rolling and jumping torment me.
Two friends
Come on, let's go to the beach,
Make waves!
Look at this wild bitter wine
Rolling in from the mountains!
Drink, wise pilgrim,
Absinthe gushed out like green pillars. ......
I-this scene no longer exists.
What is drunkenness, my friend?
How much I want to, I'd rather,
Rotting in the pond,
Covered in terrible grease.
There are swaying trees nearby.
4 poor dream
Maybe wait for me all night.
Wait for me to drink it quietly alone
In some old town,
Die peacefully:
Because I am extremely patient!
If my evil persists,
If I had a little gold,
I should choose the north.
Or the land of vineyards? ......
Ah, dreams are shameful.
Because this is a pure loss!
If I repeat it,
Once upon a time, a prodigal life,
Green inn
No longer open to me.
5 conclusion
Pigeons tremble on the grass,
Game running, staring at the night,
Animals in the water, livestock,
The last butterfly! ..... all thirsty.
I wish I could blend in with this floating cloud,
Oh! Blessed by the new world!
Died in the damp pansy
Will the dawn shine on this jungle?
1May 872
Thoughts in the morning
At four o'clock in the morning in summer,
The drowsiness of love continues.
Dawn is transpiration in the Woods.
The smell of the night of love.
However, on the vast construction site over there
Towards the sun in Hesperides,
Carpenters rolled up their sleeves.
The work has already started.
In their mossy desert, quietly.
Exquisite siding
The city treasure there
Laugh at the false heaven.
Ah! For these lovely workers
Subjects of the king of Babylon,
Venus. Let go of these lovers for a while,
Their souls wear crowns.
Oh, the shepherd's queen
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Bring hard liquor to the workers,
Let their strength calm down.
Waiting to take a bath in the sea at noon.
1May 872
A festival of patience
Logo of May 1
Study on Tilia amurensis twigs
The bugle of disease gradually disappeared.
However, soul songs
Flying in the gooseberry bushes.
May our blood laugh in our veins,
Grape branches twine here.
The sky is as beautiful as an angel.
Blue and waves reflect each other.
I walked out the door. If a light hurts me.
I died on moss.
We endure, we worry.
Everything is too simple. My pain is nothing.
I hope this dramatic summer
Tie me to its lucky float.
Let me cross you, Qianshan, oh, nature,
Ah, less loneliness, less nothingness! -When I die.
Not a shepherd, that's funny,
They are dying, and the world is everywhere.
I hope the season will make me exhausted.
Come back to your arms, nature;
My hunger, my desire.
Also, please feed me and give me water to drink.
Nothing makes me have any illusions;
Laughing at relatives is like laughing at the sun.
But I don't want to laugh at anything;
It is because of misfortune that I am free.
1May 872
Song of the tallest tower
Youth is unrestrained.
But it was blocked,
Subtle and light
Lose my life.
Ah! May time come again.
A kind heart is a soul mate.
I thought, put it down,
No one will see you:
And don't promise.
The kind of happiness that asks for nothing in return.
Who can stop you?
Solemn retirement.
I am very patient.
Do not forget your initiative mind;
Anxiety and pain
Fly out of the sky.
And dirty desires
Stain my blood.
Like that meadow.
Forgotten,
Expand, blossom
There are frankincense and ryegrass,
A harsh hum.
It's a bunch of dirty flies.
Ah! Widowed thousands of times
Such a poor soul,
It has only one image.
It's our virgin!
Can someone pray?
For the virgin Mary?
Youth is unrestrained.
But it was blocked,
Subtle and light
Lose my life.
Ah! May time come again.
A kind heart is a soul mate.
1May 872
3 Eternity
She found what she lost.
What? Eternity
This is the sea.
Walk with the sun.
Sentinel of the soul,
Whisper the truth
How empty the night is
This day is like a fire.
People's praise,
General excitement
You give up from now on
Beyond the mortal world
Only yourself,
Brocade-like coal,
Obligations will disappear.
Needless to say: finally.
There is no hope,
There are no new students.
Science and patience,
There must be torture.
She found what she lost.
What? Eternity
This is the sea.
Walk with the sun.
1May 872
Gilded four years
There is a noise.
Always singing like an angel
-This concerns me,-
Show strongly:
These thousands of questions
Branches and twigs.
In the end, it will only lead to,
Drunk and crazy.
Know this kind of reciprocating.
Happy and relaxed:
Only waves, plants,
Your home is here.
Then she sings. oh
Happy and relaxed,
You can see it with the naked eye. ......
-I sang with her,-
Know this kind of reciprocating.
Happy and relaxed:
Only waves, plants,
Your home is here! ......
Then a voice
-Like an angel singing! -
This concerns me,
Intensely trying to show;
Then began to sing.
With the breath of sisters:
In a German tone,
But warm and rich:
The world has rotted;
Did I scare you?
Live in the fire
Fall into a dark misfortune.
Oh! Beautiful castle!
Your life is clear!
What era are you from?
Noble nature
It's our brother! ......
I am singing, too. Me:
Many sisters! sing
It's not noisy at all
Hold me.
With shy glory ......
June 1872
She's an Indian dancer? ...
She's an Indian dancer? ... the first melancholy moment
Will she wither like a flame flower? ......
In the face of brilliant communication, people
Breathing the flowers in the city!
How beautiful! How beautiful! But it is necessary.
-For the fisherman's daughter and the pirate's song,
Because of the last mask, I still believe
There are night celebrations on the pure sea.
Hunger Festival
My hunger, Anna, Anna,
Get on your donkey and run.
If I have an appetite, I just want to eat
Mud and stones.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Let's eat air,
Eat rocks, coal and iron.
My hunger, turn around.
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Chew, the sound of grass!
From morning glory
Suck the poison of happiness;
To eat
A stone broken by the poor,
The ancient stones of the church,
Pebbles, children of floods,
Sleep like bread in the gray valley!
My hunger is a black cloud;
Blue sky is a bell ringer.
-My stomach is pulling me around.
How unfortunate.
There used to be green leaves on earth!
I want ripe fresh fruit.
I am weeding in the furrow.
Sweet wild chicory and intense viola.
My hunger, Anna, Anna!
Get on your donkey and run.
Michelle and Christina
Go to hell, if the sun leaves these two banks!
The shining flood escaped! Show the shadow of the road.
Under the willow tree, in the luxurious old house,
The storm poured down first.
Oh, flocks of lambs, blond soldiers in the fields,
Keywords ancient Roman aqueduct, thin heather,
Run! Plain, desert, grassland, horizon
Everything is washed by this red storm!
Black dog, brown shepherd blowing cloak,
Escape from this flash moment;
Golden deer, when shadows are everywhere and smoke is everywhere.
Go down the mountain and find a hiding place.
And I, Lord! Watch my soul fly,
After the Red Ice Day,
Under the speeding rolling clouds.
Such as the railway across the long Sologne Basin.
Wolves, thousands of wild seeds.
It's all passing by, and the convolvulus plants don't like it.
This awe-inspiring afternoon was in the storm warning.
Thousands of vagrants swept through ancient Europe!
Then, the moonlight! Spread the wilderness,
A soldier with a dark red forehead.
Step on their gray horses slowly!
Where the troops passed, the gravel rattled!
I will see yellow trees and bright valleys.
A wife with blue eyes and a man with red forehead, oh, Gaul
Pascal, the white lamb, has light feet.
Michelle and Christina.-Oh, my God. -pastoral life is over.
ashamed
Because the blade hasn't
Cut this head open,
This white green pustule,
The steam coming out is never fresh,
(ah! He should be cut off.
Nose, lips, ears,
Open your stomach! Get rid of his
Legs! Oh, great! )
However, there is no; Really, I think.
His head should be cut off with a knife,
His waist should be stoned to death,
His intestines should be burned,
Don't do this, son.
Trouble-makers, stupid beasts,
Don't stop for a moment
Conspiracy, intrigue, betrayal,
Like a cat on Mount Rush,
Smell all celestial bodies!
When he died, oh, my God!
Give a few prayers!
memory
one
Clear water; Like salt in childhood tears,
The sun shines violently on the white bodies of women;
Satin patch, decorated with pure lily and military flag
Swaying, a saint guards under the wall.
Angel's game; -No ... Tao Jin Pentium,
Shake her arm on the black grass.
In the dark, she called the sky as a bed in the sky.
Hills and arch bridges have a heavy shadow.
two
Hmm! Clear bubbles floated from the wet window lattice!
Bottomless water, like gray gold, is borrowed to decorate the bed.
The faded green skirts of the girls turned into weeping willows,
There are unrestrained birds jumping among the willow branches.
Purer than gold coins, golden warm eyelids
The sorrow of water-oh, it's your married wife!
Short noon, in her dark mirror, jealous.
The lovely rose-colored celestial sphere hangs in the fiery gray sky.
three
The lady stood upright on the grass.
A child who flies around trying hard; Hand engine
Shading; Step on umbrella flowers; Extraordinary pride;
Children are reading on flowering green plants.
Their red sheepskin book! Alas, he likes it.
Thousands of angels in white left the main road,
Float away over the mountains! And she,
Cold, gloomy and in a hurry! Ever since that man left!
four
Unfortunately, pure grass is young and generous.
But there is still a holy bed filled with April moonlight!
Joy once rippled in the abandoned construction site by the river.
Those musty nights in August were tortured.
Then she sobbed under the wall! important post
The sigh of poplar disappeared with the breeze.
Then there was a gray calm for no reason,
An old fisherman sat motionless in the bow, feeling sad to himself.
five
Eyes as dark as water, I can't reach this toy.
Oh, a moored boat! Oh! The arm is too short! Not this,
Not that one: not this yellow flower that bothers me,
Not the blue flower of my girlfriend, the color of water is like gray.
Ah! The weeping willows with swaying branches are dusty!
The pink of reeds has been squandered for too long!
My boat has been tied; The cable pulls it.
Deep in the eyes of this endless water-what kind of mud?
& lt Oh season, oh castle ... >
Oh seasons, oh castles,
Which soul is not wrong?
Oh seasons, oh castles,
I did amazing research.
Who can understand happiness?
Oh, endless happiness, every time
When the gallic cock crows.
But! I don't ask for anything,
Life is entrusted to it.
This magic! Caught the spirit and the body,
Ruined everything.
When the words came out, no one answered.
Turned into a few wisps of smoke and flew away!
Oh seasons, oh castles!
[If swept away by disaster,
I should pay for it.
When despised by it, alas!
Send me to die quickly!
Oh seasons, oh castles! ]
& lt The wolf howled under the branches and leaves ... >
The wolf howled under the branches and leaves
Swallow poultry
Spit out beautiful feathers
Yes, I am wasting my time, too.
Lettuce and fruit
Just waiting to pick;
Spider on the fence
Eat only viola.
Can I sleep? I wish I could cook.
On the altar of Solomon.
The soup flows through the rust.
Into keelung creek.