A tree, a tree
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
Ai Qing's shortest poem: sand
The sun shines on a white beach.
Our footprints are printed on the beach.
We walked by the river.
The river churned in the wind.
We called a ferry.
But the sound was blown away by the wind.
Ai Qing's shortest poem: moonlight
Gently disperse the mist.
Dispel the quiet fog.
Illuminate the brown ground with white light.
The moonlit night is extremely gentle and broad.
Give my soul a bath.
I walk in the cold air.
Through those cobblestone alleys.
Smell the rotten grass by the field.
Those shadows are huts.
All the sleepy people are asleep.
No lights, quietly.
I can't even hear snoring.
I walked past them.
Gently float a desire.
I want to walk to all the doors.
I want to reach out and knock on all the doors.
I want to bend over to those who sleep.
Say a word that won't wake them.
Flowing into their ears like moonlight fog.
Say that I know them best, and I am happy for each of them at the moment.
Ai Qing's shortest poem: Reef
Wave after wave
Come to me endlessly
Every wave is at its feet.
Beaten to pieces and scattered. ...
Its face and body.
Like a knife.
But it's still standing there
Looking at the sea with a smile ...
Ai Qing's shortest poem: tiger-spotted shellfish
Beautiful tiger spot
Shine on you
What makes you so elegant?
What makes you shine?
More exquisite than the best porcelain.
Harder than a white gem.
An oval shape as smooth as a goose egg.
I can't find a scar the size of a needle tip
How many years at the bottom of despair
Rolling in the boundless waves.
A suit of jade armor _
Protect the most vulnerable life.
If the occasional waves hadn't swept me to the beach.
I never expected to see such beautiful sunshine.