When you're old.-Ye Zhi
(translated by Yuan Kejia)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the thick shadows of their past.
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face.
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
"Accidental"-Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
Banzagurubama's Silence
-Tahiram Dodo
You see me or you don't see me,
I was there, neither sad nor happy.
You read me or you don't read me,
Love is there, come or go.
You love me, or you don't,
Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing.
With or without me,
My hand is in your hand,
Never give up.
Come into my arms, or,
Let me live in your heart.
Love each other silently,
Silence and joy.
I once loved you-Pushkin.
I once loved you: love, maybe.
Not completely dead in my opinion,
I hope it won't bother you again,
I don't want to upset you any more.
I once loved you in silence and despair,
I endured shyness and jealousy,
I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly,
God bless you,
Another person will love you as much as I do.
A Flowering Tree-Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
The Death of Bai Niao-Xi Murong
If you are a tearful shooter
I am the man.
Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.
Just wait for the arrow to come by surprise.
Walk into my broken heart
If you are the only one in the world
The only gunman who can hurt me
I am all your youth.
All the emotions that can't be forgotten.
It's like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die at your hands
It's like finally being able to
Die in your arms .....
To the Oak Tree-Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day,
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sad and confused.
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
The furthest distance in the world
-The author is controversial, Tagore said Zhang Xiaoxian.
The furthest distance in the world
Not life and death.
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you
But you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other.
But not together.
The furthest distance in the world
I didn't know you loved each other.
But not together.
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
But I have to pretend that I didn't take you at all
In my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning.
But I have to pretend that I didn't take you at all
In my heart
But with my indifferent heart
To those who love you.
Dig an impassable ditch