Author: Zhu Ziqing
Your hands are like torches,
Your eyes are like waves,
Your words are like stones,
How could I forget?
You flew over Dongting Lake,
You flew over the Yangtze River;
You want to build a red paradise on the ground!
The ground is covered with thorns,
There are foxes and rabbits on the ground.
There are walkers on the ground;
You will fight for a sharp knife,
A sharp knife went through the thorn!
You will roar like a lion,
Foxes and rabbits are invincible!
You will be shocked by the spring thunder,
Wake the walkers.
I like watching you ride a horse,
Running in the dust—
After a while,
Disappear!
I like to see your crutches,
That iron cane;
It has color and weight,
There's a jingle!
I think you are a gust of wind,
Blow down the unshakable golden palace!
Golden Palace!
Whoo!
One morning last summer, I met you:
How haggard are you?
Your eyes are still dry,
Your hair is too long!
But the heat in your blood is doubled!
I tossed and turned in the plaster,
It seems to be baked! ——
You're like a smoking cigar,
You're like brandy,
You're like a red pepper,
How can I forget you?