one
Wake up! The sun scattered the stars,
Escape from the air at night,
Brilliant golden arrow,
Shot Gao Ling of Sudan.
twelve
There is a volume of poetry in the shade,
A bar of wine, a little dry food,
With you singing with me in this wasteland-
Wasteland, ah, heaven!
seventeen
Heaven and earth are wandering against the journey,
Day and night are the entrances to the reverse journey.
How much Sudan and glory,
I didn't stay long before I left in a hurry.
28
I also learned to sow the seeds of wisdom,
Cultivate it yourself, and it will gradually turn green;
Now I've got something-
Just "come like water, go like wind."
Sixty eight
We are a group of moving phantoms,
Walking around this lantern,
At midnight,
Light it in the magician's hand.
Seventy two
People say that Tianyu is a covered basin,
We crawl here to live and die,
Don't raise your hand and beg his pity-
He can't move like you and me.
Seventy seven
I know: whether it's burning in love
Or get angry and burn me,
You can catch a flash of "true light" in this Maodian.
It's better than becoming a monk in a temple.
Source poet (www.cnpoet.com) Original: poet.com/waiguo/uk/fitzgerald.htm