Are you safe, my old mother?
I'm fine, too. Wish you all the best!
May the sky above your hut be filled with indescribable twilight forever.
Letters often say that you are miserable and deeply sorry for me.
You are wearing a shabby short coat and often look out on the road.
Whenever the boundless dusk comes, you will always see a scene:
It seems that someone stabbed a Finnish knife into my heart during a bar fight.
No, my mother! Don't worry! This is just a heartbreaking dream.
I'm not that drunk: I died before I saw you.
I am still so gentle, and there is only one wish in my heart:
Get rid of that annoying melancholy as soon as possible and return to our low little room.
I will come back, when spring returns to the earth and our white garden is in full bloom.
Just don't wake me up at dawn like you did eight years ago.
Don't wake up my old dreams, don't be depressed by my unfulfilled ambitions,
Because I have experienced premature fatigue and trauma in my life.
Don't teach me to pray. No need! There is no hope of reliving the old dream.
Only you are my savior and comfort, and only you are my indescribable light.
Forget the pain and don't be sad for me.
Don't wear a shabby jacket, and always watch the road.
(translated by Gu Yunpu)
What is lost will never come back.
I can't remember that cool night,
I can't see my girlfriend again,
I can't hear the nightingale.
Sing a happy song in the garden.
Charming spring nights fly by.
You can't call it back, arrival.
The bleak autumn is coming,
The rain is endless, endless.
My girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly,
Bury the flame of love in your heart,
Autumn storms can't wake her dreams,
We can't make her blood boil any more.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Because the nightingale has flown overseas,
Beautiful songs echoing in the cool night sky,
It also calmed down forever.
The happiness I experienced in my life in the past,
I have already flown out of Hebei,
Only the feeling of cold in my heart,
Lost things. Never come back.
(translated by Wu Di)
3. Pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.
Pull up, pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.
A beautiful girl met a lover in the pasture.
The burning apple in my heart shines with the color of cornflower.
I play the accordion and sing my blue eyes.
The flashing ripples in the lake are not luminous,
Behind the hillside is your embroidered scarf.
Pull up, pull up the red hurdy-gurdy.
Let the beautiful girl hear her lover's throat.
(translated by Lan Man)
4. Lovely hometown
Lovely hometown! My heart is dreaming, and the river is shaking like a haystack to see the sun.
I really want to hide in the depths of the shade, and a hundred birds contend.
Clover is covered with golden robes and grows with clover on the edge of the field.
Willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns-beads make a crisp sound.
Swamp pipes are smoking clouds, and black friends are floating in the sky.
I miss someone quietly and keep my secret thoughts in my heart.
I welcome everything. I put up with everything, and I come through thick and thin.
I didn't come to this land in a hurry-just to leave it faster.
(translated by Gu Yunpu)
I said goodbye to the house where I was born.
I bid farewell to the house where I was born and left the sky-blue Russia.
The birch forest shines on the pool like three stars, warming the old mother's heart.
The moon is like a golden frog, lying flat on the calm water.
Like flowing apple blossoms-my father's beard has turned white.
My return is far away, and the snow will sing for a long time.
Only the old maple tree is independent with one foot, guarding the sky-blue Russia.
Anyone who loves to kiss the rain of fallen leaves will love that tree when he sees it.
Just because of that old maple tree-it looks like my face.
(translated by Gu Yunpu)
6. I don't sigh, call or cry.
I don't sigh, I don't call, I don't cry, everything disappears, just like fireworks on a white apple tree.
The faded colors in autumn are covering me in a cage, and I will never have a youthful life again.
My cold heart, you won't beat violently now,
In a country with birch patterns and fabrics, you no longer attract me to wander barefoot.
The soul of the wanderer, you are getting less and less, which has ignited the flame of language in my mouth.
Ah, my lost vitality, wild eyes, tidal emotions!
Life, now I'm tired of hope? Are you just my spring dream?
It seems that in the early morning of spring when the air is still ringing, I am riding a beautiful horse.
In this world, we are all inevitably withered, and the brass leaves quietly fall on the maple trees. ...
Everything in the world, may you be happy forever.
(translated by Gu Yunpu)
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, dear, you will be in my heart forever.
Destiny takes a hand to leave each other and promise to meet us in the front.
Goodbye, my friend. Don't shake hands, don't be sad, don't be sad
In this world, death is not new, but life is not new.
(translated by Bai Fei)
8.birch
In front of my window, there is a birch tree.
As if covered with silver frost, covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches, snow embroidered edges are chic,
Bai Liusu is picturesque with flowers.
In the dim silence, birch trees stand tall,
In the glittering golden light, there are sparkling snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around, and the morning glow comes late.
It painted the snow-covered branches with silver brilliance.
9. Dog barking
In the morning, in the hut where rye is stored.
With a row of golden buns, the bitch gave birth to seven puppies-
They all have brown fluff.
Bitches caress them all day and lick their whole bodies with their tongues.
Thick milk, like melted snow, flows under its abdomen-with body temperature.
In the evening, the chicken entered the nest and the owner walked out with a straight face.
Grab these seven little things and stuff them all into your pockets.
Bitches ran through the snowdrift and followed their owners closely. ...
And it has been shaking for a long time on the surface of the water that has not yet frozen.
When he licked the hot sweat on his ribs and walked back feebly,
I feel that the crescent moon on the roof is like one of its puppies.
It looks up at the blue sky and cries loudly and resentfully.
Even the crescent moon glides over the zenith and hides in fields and hills.
People derisively threw stones at it, but it was indifferent to this "reward".
Only golden stars roll in their eyes and fall on the snow.
1965438+ translated by Ding Lu in 2005