The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged crake no longer crows happily.
When night falls, it's quiet,
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
The river is full of silver stars,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Water flooded the grass on vilen,
Still shining with silver light.
When night fell, there was silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in a dream.
The moon shines on the earth,
Silver everything around you.
(This poem was selected in "300 Famous Foreign Poems" (Beijing Publishing House, 2000 edition), and was selected in the first volume of the ninth grade Chinese textbook of People's Education Publishing House. )
Song of the Dog (translated by Liu Zhanqiu and Ru Xiangxue)
In the early morning, in the kennel made of black wheat straw,
The straw mat shone with golden light,
A bitch gave birth to seven puppies.
Seven puppies, all brown and yellow.
The bitch caresses her puppy from morning till night.
Lick and comb their fur with their tongues,
Snowflakes melt into water droplets,
Flowing through its warm abdomen.
At night, when a group of cocks,
Perched on a warm fireplace,
The master came frowning,
Put seven puppies in the bag at a time.
The bitch ran along the snowdrift,
Follow in the footsteps of the master;
There is no frozen water,
Trembling for a long time.
When it staggered back, it was listless,
Licking the sweat on my ribs while walking,
A crescent moon hangs on the cowshed,
It seems to be one of its little babies.
It looks at the blue sky,
Cry loudly and sadly,
The slender crescent moon glides by,
Hide in the field behind the hill.
When people threw stones at it derisively,
Like throwing a bunch of rewards,
Only two dogs' eyes are rolling silently,
Like shining Venus falling on the snow.
(This poem has been selected in Two Foreign Poems, the second volume of the eighth grade Chinese textbook of Changchun Publishing House. )
I remembered
I remember, honey, I remember.
The flash of your soft hair;
Fate let me leave you,
My heart is heavy and sad.
I remember those autumn nights,
The leaves of birch trees rustle;
May the days be short,
May the moonlight shine longer.
I remember you saying to me:
"The good old days are about to become the past,
You'll forget me, dear,
Pairing with other girlfriends. "
Today, the bodhi tree is in bloom again.
Cause infinite melancholy in my heart;
How gentle I was then,
Sprinkle petals on your curly hair.
Ah, it's annoying to love others.
My heart won't get cold,
It will think of you from others,
As happy as reading a beloved novel.
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,
I only feel cold in my heart,
Lost things. Never come back.
Play 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.