Author: Ye Zhi (Ireland)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
I'd rather be a torrent.
billow
Author: quasimodo (Italian)
How many nights, I heard the gentle waves of the sea lapping against the soft beach.
Express a soft word with warmth.
As if a kind voice came from the lost years.
Through my memory, my mind keeps echoing.
Like the long, low cry of seagulls. may be
Birds fly to the plain to meet the charming spring scenery and sing tactfully.
The unforgettable years when you and I were there
With the whispers of the waves, how close we are.
Oh, how I wish I could hear the echo of my nostalgia.
Light waves like the sea float to your side in this boundless darkness.
Maowu
Author: Andersen (Denmark)
There is a lonely hut washed by the waves on the beach.
Looking around, there is not a tree.
Only the sky and the sea, only cliffs and cliffs.
There is the greatest happiness here because there are lovers living together.
There is no gold or silver in the hut, but there are a pair of dear people.
Always staring at each other, how deeply you love each other.
This hut is small and shabby. How lonely it is to stand on the shore.
But there is the greatest happiness, because there is a lover's company.