Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;
The sky is very low, and the light of the blue star in the morning light
Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves!
Translated by Fu Hao
White bird
-William B. Ye Zhi
Dear, I hope we are Bai Niao on the sea bubble!
We are tired of the meteor flame, before it disappears;
The flame of the blue star at dusk hangs low on the edge of the sky.
Awakened in our hearts, my love, a kind of sadness that will never die.
Tiredness comes from dreamers who are stained with dew, lilies and roses;
Ah, don't dream of them, my love, the flame of a meteor, or the flame of a blue star wandering in the dewy autumn:
Because I want us to become Bai Niao on the drifting bubble: me and you!
I'm troubled by countless islands and many Dana shores,
Time will definitely forget us, and sorrow will no longer come near us; Soon we will be far away from the troubles of roses, lilies and flames.
Dear, I wish we were white birds, floating on the waves!
Bai Niao's Art
As a famous work of Ye Zhi, Bai Niao shows Ye Zhi's humanistic value and ideological and artistic pursuit. Bai Niao is not only the image transmission of the author's feelings and the world, but also the author's whispering to the world.
Dear, I hope we are Bai Niao on the sea bubble!
With the hope of love, the author wrote through romanticism, Dear, I hope we are Bai Niao on the waves. If Bai Niao is the poet's love, then the desperate poet's love is at the forefront. A kind of boredom comes from these dreams. The lily and rose are wet with dew, and the poet's feelings and pursuits are absolutely contradictory. The poet wants to return to Bai Niao's fantasy to establish his own love ideal, but this supreme love ideal seems to play the role of "immortal sadness" forever in reality. The poet always imagines his "Bai Niao" with his own "as long as".