Please stop, stop your long journey,
Come in, here is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn every autumn The fallen leaves I picked up,
Listen to me singing my own song in a low voice.
The song is as melancholy and high as the firelight,
The firelight tells the life of the fallen leaves.
Don’t go forward, there is an endless forest ahead,
The ancient trees are marked with markings on the bodies of wild beasts,
The half-lived and half-dead vines are intertwined like pythons.
There is not a single star left in the dense leaves.
You will timidly dare not let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Must go, wait for me to walk with you,
My feet know every safe path,
I can keep singing and forgetting Tired song,
Give it to you again, give you the tenderness of your hands again.
The thick darkness of the night blocked us,
You can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t listen to my excited singing,
Your feet didn’t pause for my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk. ,
Disappeared, disappeared the sound of your proud footsteps?
Oh, you finally came speechlessly as the prophecy said
Did you leave speechlessly? Young God? 8. "My Lover"
Dai Wangshu
I will tell you about my lover,
My lover is a shy person ,
She is shy, with a peach face,
peach lips, and a sky-blue heart.
She has big black eyes,
Those big black eyes that dare not look at me----
It’s not that she doesn’t dare, that’s because She is shy,
And when I lean on her chest,
You can say that her eyes change color,
Azure The color of her heart.
She has slender hands,
It will comfort me when I am worried,
She has a clear and charming voice,
Those words were only gentle to me,
So gentle that they melted my heart.
She is a quiet girl,
She knows how to love someone who loves her,
But I can never say her name to you,
Because she is a shy lover. 9. "Well, we won't roam together anymore"
Byron
Well, we won't roam together anymore,
Spend this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword can wear the scabbard,
The soul can also wear the chest hard enough,
This heart, it has to stop and breathe,
Love also has to take a break.
Although night falls for love,
Soon, it will be day again,
But in this moonlight world,
< p>We no longer roam together.1817.2.18
Translated by Zha Liangzheng 10. "When You Passed Under My Window"
Shu Ting
When You pass under my window,
Bless me,
Because the light is still on.
The light is on?
In the gloomy night,
It looks like a drifting fishing fire.
You can imagine my cabin,
Like a small boat pushed by the strong wind.
But I didn’t sink,
Because the light was still on.
Is the light on?
When the curtain reflects a shadow,
It means that I am an old man from Longzhong,
There is no unrestrained Gestures, back even more hunched than before.
But it is not my heart that is aging,
Because the light is still on.
Is the light on?
It uses such a passionate love affair to answer greetings from all directions;
Is the light on?
With such lofty arrogance,
It looks down upon the oppression both overt and covert.
Oh, when did the lamp have a distinct personality?
Since the time you began to understand me.
Because the lights are still on,
Bless me,
When you pass under my window?