1. "Broad Sea"
Author: Xu Zhimo
I don’t need the broad sea, sky and sky,
I Nor do I want to release a giant paper harrier.
God plays tricks on the wind in all directions;
I only need one minute,
I only need a little light,
I only need a crack,
Crawling like a child.
In front of the window of a dark room,
looking at the immortal line on the western horizon,
a crack, a dot.
Light, one point.
2. "Midnight Pine Breeze"
Author: Xu Zhimo
This is a hillside on a winter night,
A deserted building at the bottom of the hill The monk's hut,
A lonely dreaming soul in the hut;
Praying in repentance, sinking in despair
Why this roar, this madness Howl,
Drums and golden ceremonials, tigers and leopards?
Why this secret complaint, this private admiration,
The tragedy of passionate love and the ups and downs of life
It was once again drowned like a tide,
This wandering dream soul and the neglected monk's house?
3. "Lei Feng Film under the Moon"
Author: Xu Zhimo
I will give you a video of Leifeng Pagoda,
full The sky is dense with black and white clouds;
I will give you the top of the Leifeng Pagoda,
The bright moon casts its shadow in the heart of the sleeping waves.
The deep dark night, the lingering shadow of the tower,
The clusters of moonlight, the slender ripples
If you and I swing an uncovered little Boat,
If you and I create a complete dream!
4. "The Last Spring"
Author: Xu Zhimo
The peach blossom that was inserted sideways in my bottle yesterday,
is a peach blossom A charming smile hung on the beauty's cheek;
Today they all lowered their heads and changed their appearance;
The red and white corpses hung upside down on the green bars.
The wind and rain outside the window report the fate of the remaining spring,
The sound like a death knell warns in the dark night;
"The flowers in your bottle of life are also Changed;
Who will bury the gorgeous corpse?"
5. "Life"
Author: Xu Zhimo
Gloomy and dark, winding like a poisonous snake,
Life is forced into a tunnel:
Once you are trapped, you can only move forward,
Fingering with your hands The sticky tide on the cold wall,
is struggling in the demon's internal organs,
there is no ray of sky above the head,
this soul, under the oppression of terror,< /p>
What else do you wish for besides annihilation?