"Blue May, red warmth"
Blue May, red warmth...
Beside the fence gate The little bell no longer tinkles,
The absinthe wormwood exudes a lingering breath,
The thick plum tree is dreaming in a white cloak.
Through the wooden window lattice,
Through the lattice soft window curtain,
The weird and calm moon is on the floor,
Woven into a string of lacy patterns.
Our hut is small but clean,
I and you sit down and talk...
I feel that life is beautiful at this night,< /p>
What a pleasure, recalling old friends.
The garden was bare, as if it had been hit by a fire.
The moon tensed up its whole body,
for the heart-breaking " Honey,"
It's going to make everyone shudder.
Only I am among the soft night flowers,
Wandering with the joyful music of May,
I am willing to endure everything in life indefinitely,
There are no more new hopes and aspirations.
I have endured everything - come on, come on,
Let all disasters and pains come...
Bless me You, bustling life, may I bless you, light blue Qing Chun.
"Stars"
Bright stars, high-hanging stars,
What secrets can you hide from others?
Stars that contain profound thoughts,
What power do you use to intoxicate people’s hearts?
Numerous stars, densely packed stars,
What beauty and power are hidden in this body?
What do you rely on, the stars in the sky,
to attract the great power that you are searching for?
Why do you always shed your light,
and make people yearn for the vast sky?
You soothe my heart tenderly,
The stars in the sky, the stars far away.
(1911)
"Night"
The river quietly fell asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The song of the nightingale has fallen silent,
The horned rails no longer shout for joy.
Night has come, silence has enveloped the surroundings,
only the gentle singing of the stream can be heard.
The bright moon sheds its brilliance,
covering everything around with silver.
The silver stars of the river shine brightly,
The silver waves of the creek ripple slightly.
The green grass of the irrigated prairie also shines with silver.
Night comes, silence envelopes the surroundings,
Nature is immersed in sleep.
The bright moon sheds its brilliance,
covering everything around with silver.
(1911——1912)
"What is lost never comes back"
I cannot recall that cool night,
I can't see my girlfriend's beauty again,
I can't hear the nightingale
singing its happy song in the garden.
That charming spring night flies away
You can't make it come again.
The bleak autumn has arrived,
The sorrow and rain are endless and endless.
The girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly,
Burying the flame of love in her heart,
The autumn rainstorm cannot wake her up from her dream,
It couldn't get her blood boiling again.
The song of the nightingale has fallen silent,
Because the nightingale has flown overseas,
The beautiful song resounds in the cool night sky,
It has also calmed down forever.
The joy I experienced in life in the past has long since disappeared.
There are only cold feelings left in my heart.
< p>lost things. Never return.(Translated by Wu Di)
"Pull up the red accordion"
Pull up, pull up the red accordion.
The beautiful girl goes to the ranch to meet her lover.
The apple burning in my heart shines with the color of cornflowers
I played the accordion and sang about those blue eyes.
The ripples flashing in the lake are not the glow,
That is your embroidered scarf behind the hillside.
Pull up, pull up the red accordion.
Let the beautiful girl hear the voice of her lover.
(Translated by Lan Man)
"Lovely Hometown"
What a lovely hometown! Xin'er dreamed
The swaying river looked at the haystack-like sun.
I really want to hide in the shade.
Hide it to your place where a hundred birds are singing.
The clover is covered with a golden robe, and
grows together with the sweet-scented osmanthus on the edge of the field.
The willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns -
The rosary beads make a crisp sound.
The pipes in the swamp are smoking,
The black embers are floating in the sky.
I miss this person quietly,
Hide my secret thoughts in my heart.
I welcome everything. Endure everything,
After all the suffering, there is still a cup full of joy.
I did not come to this land in a hurry -
Just to say goodbye to it faster.
(Translated by Gu Yunpu)
"I bid farewell to the house where I was born"
I bid farewell to the house where I was born,
Leave Russia has a blue sky.
The birch forest is like three stars shining on the pool
Warming the old mother's sorrow.
The moon is like a golden frog
Lying flat on the quiet water.
Just like the flowing clouds of apple blossoms——
My father’s beard has turned gray.
My return is far away.
The wind and snow will keep singing for a long time,
Only the old maple tree is independent on one foot,
Guarding the sky-blue Russia.
Anyone who loves kissing the rain of fallen leaves,
will definitely like it when they see that tree,
It’s because of that old maple tree——
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Its face is like my face.
(Translated by Gu Yunpu)
"I will not sigh, call or cry"
I will not sigh, call or cry,
Everything Together they fade away like fireworks from a white apple tree,
The decaying colors of golden autumn are covering me,
I will never have the youthful years again.
My heart has been hit by a chill,
You will no longer dance excitedly,
A country like birch patterned cloth,
You no longer attract me to wander around barefoot.
In the heart and soul of a homeless man, you are becoming less and less
igniting the flames of words in my mouth.
Ah, my lost vitality,
the violent eyes, the tide of emotion!
Life, am I tired of hoping now?
Could it be that you are just a dream of mine?
As if in the spring morning when the sound is still ringing,
I am galloping on a rose-colored horse.
We all inevitably wither and decay in this world,
The brass-colored fallen leaves quietly fall from the maple trees...
All things in the world are endlessly growing,
I wish you happiness forever.
(Translated by Gu Yunpu)
"Goodbye, my friend, goodbye"
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My dear, you are always in my heart.
Destined to part with each other
Promise us to meet in the future.
Goodbye. friend. There is no need to shake hands and say goodbye,
There is no need to be sad, there is no need to have a gloomy look on your face -
Death is nothing new in this world,
But living is nothing new either. Fresher.
(Translated by Fei Bai)
"The heart longs for heaven..."
The heart longs for heaven,
it He has lived in the outer world for a long time.
I often like to see the green fire trembling slightly on the trees.
These are the branches of the golden trunk,
like candles shining dimly against the mystery,
On the branches, clusters of leaves have just sprouted,
Words like stars have bloomed.
I can comprehend the language of the earth,
but I cannot shake off the pain of the earth,
just like a mirror reflected in stagnant water
A canyon of comets flashing across the sky.
Just like a horse that cannot use its tail mane,
throws away the moon that is drinking water...
Ah, if the eyes are like leaves,
Be able to sprout and grow toward profound places!
(1919)
Wind, wind, wind with snow...
Wind, wind, wind with snow,
You can see my past.
I would like to be a cheerful young man,
or be a flower blooming in the grass.
I would like to listen to the shepherd’s flute,
die for myself and for everyone.
The falling snow at dusk spreads the ringtones like stars to my ears.
The resonant trill of the reed flute is so melodious,
It is painful when it melts in the wind and snow.
I would like to stand with one foot on the roadside,
and become a tall and tall tree.
I would like to listen to the snort of the horse,
Hug the nearby bushes,
Moonlight Paws, please use a bucket,
Take my sorrow to the sky.
"Pull up the red accordion"
Pull up, pull up the red accordion.
The beautiful girl went to the ranch to meet her lover.
The apple burning in my heart shines with the color of cornflower
I play the accordion and sing about those blue eyes.
The ripples flashing in the lake are not the glow,
That is your embroidered scarf behind the hillside.
Pull up, pull up the red accordion.
Let the beautiful girl hear the voice of her lover.
"The Song of the Dog"
In the morning, in the doghouse made of rye straws,
The shabby straw mat shone with golden light:
The female dog gave birth to a litter of puppies -
Seven puppies, with brown and yellow fur.
She kept kissing her children,
she was still licking and combing them until dusk,
like snowflakes melting into water droplets,
< p>Milk flowed out from her warm belly.In the evening, the rooster squatted on the warm stove.
The owner with a frown came and
seven little The dog was put into a sack.
The female dog ran on the rolling snow,
tracing her master's footsteps.
On the unfrozen water,
ripples appeared for a long time.
She licked the sweat from her sides,
staggered back home.
The crescent moon above the hut,
She thought it was one of her puppies.
Looking up at the faint night sky,
She let out a sad bark.
The pale crescent moon slipped away,
hiding in the fields behind the hills.
So, she fell silent, as if she had been hit by a stone,
as if she heard taunting words.
The tears flowed out,
Like gold stars falling into the snow.
(1915)