· A Peach Blossom
Peach Blossom
The bright red of the tree
It is like what Chun said:
The delicate beauty of the blossoming dew,
are some
exquisite words,
the petals of light,
There are some
soft and even breaths;
with smiles
consciously or unconsciously
looking forward.
Look──
The trembling in the breeze
She stayed again, faintly,
In the thin air of March Lips,
a glance,
a trace of passion!
The third issue of "Poetry Magazine" in October 1931
·The sound of bells in the middle of the night
The sound of bells is held and then scattered
The desolation of a street.
Listen──
The round sounds,
the sinking sound
the time is silent
< p>Throat.Like crying,
Like mourning,
Buried this dark night
The void that never sees the dawn
──Light──Heavy,...
──Heavy──Light,...
This swaying sound,
Whose idea is it?
Throw the remaining worries
as the wind cools——
Throw them to< /p>
The person who cannot dream.
New Moon, four volumes and six issues, March 1933
·You are April in the world
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——A Praise of Love
I say you are April in the world;
Laughter lights up the surrounding wind; lightness
< p>Dancing and changing in the glory of spring.You are the clouds in the morning of April,
the wind blows softly at dusk, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the flowers. forward.
That lightness, that gracefulness, you are;
You wear the crown of fresh flowers!
You are innocent and solemn,
You are the full moon every night.
You are like the goose yellow after the snow melts;
You are the fresh budding green;
The tender joy is floating in the water
The white lotus you dream about.
You are the flowers blooming on each tree,
You are the swallows whispering in the beams,
──You are love, warmth and hope,
You are April in the world!
Selected from Volume 1, Issue 1 of "Xuewen" (April 5, 1934)
·deep smile< /p>
Who smiles so sweetly, so deeply, and so roundly?
Strings of pearls
The size of the pearls shines brightly, bursting out innocence!
The bottom of the clear spring floats, flowing to the surface of the water,
splendid,
dispersed!
Who is smiling?
A good flower has bloomed?
It’s so light and doesn’t startle anyone.
The fine fragrance inadvertently blows on the short wall as the wind passes by, and the silk threads hang in front of the setting sun.
Hang
Nostalgic.
Who laughed so hard that this hundred-story tower stood tall,
letting unknown birds hover around?
Who smiles like the rotation of these thousands of wind chimes,
swinging from the eaves of each layer of colored glass
Yuntian?
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao·Literary Supplement" (January 5, 1936)
·Memory
Intermittent music,
The most beautiful or gentle night,
carrying the stars of the day.
On the stem of memory, who doesn’t have it?
Two or three Pingting flowers
Flowers covered with emotions,
unnamed
The fragrance of wild lotus,
The moonlight in the stillness of each petal.
The wind blows on the lake,
the hair is messed up, or
the water surface wrinkles like fish scales.
The vastness on all sides is like a dream
The wandering past in the center is rippling
Without any trace.
Everyone knows that picture,
The reflection of memory sinking under the water!
February 1936
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement" (March 22, 1936)
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· Question of Empty Bodhi Leaves
Recognize this transparent body?
Have the leaves of wisdom fallen into the world?
Depression, kindness──
A flash of cold flames that day,
A leaf fell to the ground silently,
It only proved that , Wisdom
The lonely and lonely will eventually die in front of the wind!
Yesterday after yesterday, beauty
cannot escape the majesty of time;
I believe that the most beautiful bones sleep here
A trace of soul taking a souvenir beside the moon,——
…………
The clear shade under the bodhi tree is last year!
April 23, 1936
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement" (May 17, 1936)
· Crossing Mount Tai at dusk
Remember that day,
My hearts are the same as the long river,
Let the dusk come,
A piece of the moon hangs on my chest.
Like this Qingdai Mountain,
Today,
The heart is a lonely barrier;
Lush,
Don’t forget the sunset,
It’s vast,
but listen to the wind blowing under your feet,
Night is coming——
Excerpted from "Ta Kung Pao" ·Literary Supplement" (July 19, 1936)
· Daydream
Daydream, hanging yarn,
It is impossible to trace the initial emotion,
it has not yet blossomed, and is as flexible as
like a milky white stem,
tangled Under the gauze tent;
The silver light sometimes shines brightly, and then comes and goes;
The winding silk threads,
half of them are lost in the dream.
The flowers bloomed, bloomed;
The scattered ones gathered together, and they stretched calmly,
One flower, those thousands of petals!
Stir up that indescribable moment of emotion,
The solemn peak──
A star in the sky...
Dim purple, Deep red;
The sky is vast and green outside,
the same color overflows, soars...
Deep, yet solid──
Quietly fragrant,
It is graceful and quiet.
Day dream, hanging gauze,
emotions that cannot be traced;
flowers are blooming,
the fragrance is deep everywhere,
It is covered with Zen silence,
occasionally swaying like a gossamer,
a double shadow.
Sad or not sad
It’s all nameless,
A flash of Pingting.
Beiping in the Summer of Twenty-Five Years
(originally published in "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement" on August 30, 1936)
· Sit quietly
Winter has the intention of winter,
Coldness is like flowers——
Flowers have the fragrance of flowers,
< p>Winter has a handful of memories.The shadow of a dead branch,
thin and blue in color,
drags a stroke in front of the window in the afternoon.
The sun is fading in the cold, and it is gradually slanting...
It's just like that
It's like talking to a guest,
I am quiet Sipping tea in silence.
Winter November 1936
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement" (January 31, 1937)
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· Time
The seasons in the world are always changing.
In spring, you leave many red spots and say goodbye gracefully.
I didn’t want to sigh about autumn with anyone when I came back!
Now even the autumn clouds and yellow leaves have disappeared again
In the vast distance, only a gray sky is left
In the deep loneliness, you can bear to listen to the cold wind whispering ?
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao·Literary Supplement" (March 14, 1937)
· Slow down
When all emotions
are merged into one sadness,
like small rivers and big rivers, converging towards the boundless sea
──
No matter how rushing or circling,
the strong wind on the river, large and small pebbles,
made it
several countercurrents , a small harbor,
Just like in life
The unintentional tranquility avoids the mainstream,
The smooth waves of emotions transcend sadness.
Stop it, this Mercedes-Benz blood!
They don’t all
need to cause tears.
You might as well turn around a few more times, trace the flowing water,
Let everything in front of you be confused,
All of this, to build logic.
Delay the conclusion of despair
A little, delaying time;
Delaying rational judgment──
It will give pure emotion another chance Kind of hope!
Selected from "Ta Kung Pao Weekly Literature and Art" (May 4, 1947)
·The day after the rain
I love this day after the rain,
This plain of green grass!
My heart
follows the wind blowing endlessly,
The wind blows──
Blows away the vanilla and fallen leaves,< /p>
A wisp of cloud blew away, like smoke
——Like smoke.
· August Sorrow
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
Sorghum stem oil The green one is just higher than the head,
How to arrange this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky has been washed by last night's rain, and the hills
are left with a shadow in the sun;
The sheep followed the herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, which also looks like a heart!
No one has ever said anything about August.
Summer is over and autumn is not here yet.
But I looked at the fields and the melons on the wall,
I still don’t understand how life is related to dreams.
· August Sorrow
White ducks swim in the yellow pond,
Sorghum stem oil The green one is just higher than the head,
How to arrange this beating heart,
A narrow road in the field, this sorrow in August?
The sky has been washed by last night's rain, and the hills
are left with a shadow in the sun;
The sheep followed the herders into the village,
The well is covered under the shade of a big tree, which also looks like a heart!
No one has ever said anything about August.
Summer is over and autumn is not here yet.
But I looked at the fields and the melons on the wall,
I still don’t understand how life is related to dreams.
·Untitled
When will there be that silence again
That piece of silence──
Rongrong stood in the spring breeze,
facing the mountain,
facing the small river.
When can we do that again?
Full of hope──
Drapped with fresh green, whispering poetic thoughts;
Climb on Tower, hear that bell ringing more?
When,
And when,
The heart can really understand─
The distance of time, the years of mountains and rivers .
Yesterday’s silence, the sound of bells;
Yesterday’s people,
How can they leave a shadow on today!
"Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement" on May 3, 1936
· Lotus Lantern
If My heart is like a lotus,
a lighted wax is held up in the middle,
Although it is just that cut of light,
I also I want it to proudly hold out its glory
Don’t be afraid that it is just my personal lotus lantern
It cannot illuminate the rough life before and after─
Ups and downs, it depends on the sea of ??people. The waves,
light and darkness have become the secret of its heart.
Just a flash of light and a flower——
Like a boat sailing out of the river——
It floats along the waves of fate. Surge
Waiting for the gusts of wind to push into the distance.
Consider it as a passer-by in the universe,
Knowing this exquisite life and calm death,
This erratic journey is just that——
It’s just a beautiful dream