There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
The dead trees shook in the cold wind.
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
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fallen leaves
Autumn wind blows the leaves to the ground,
It can only understand cables,
Make a few sad sounds.
Will soon become mud;
But it stayed for a moment,
Make a little noise,
Although this is a helpless voice,
Although this is its last sound.
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Knock on ice
Eight degrees below zero,
70 miles of ice,
Hinder me from going home happily.
The waterway is impassable,
It's hard to walk on a dry road.
Ice!
I really can't help you!
I am really helpless!
Helpless,
I discussed it with gamblers,
Get ready for strength,
Get the gavel ready,
Let's break the deadlock!
Ice!
Am I with you,
What are the outstanding grievances?
It's just that I have to hit the road,
I have to beat you,
When I broke you,
There is a happy way to let me go home.
The gambler said "yes"!
Let's pull ourselves together,
Try to do it together—
With the help of the five of us,
In groups of three,
Walk on the road of hardship!
There are several places of ice,
Thanks to those who left first,
It has been broken for us;
Only ice cubes float on the water.
Rolled up and filed under our ship,
Most of the rest,
Then let's go first:
We hit ten hammers and eight hammers,
It's only one foot eight inches on foot.
But,
Hit ten hammers and eight hammers,
Finally set foot on the road of one foot eight inches!
Why don't we take our painful breath,
Happy,
Let's sing our "ice-breaking victory song".
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
The lazy man said:
"Friend, have a rest!
Why come? 」
Please.
You take a break,
Let's go our own way!
Timid people say:
"Friend, have a rest!
Don't blame the patient,
Scraped the boat. 」
Thank you very much
This is what we think, but we don't want to care!
The slow man said:
"friend,
Let's go the same way. Why not wait?
The sun will come out tomorrow. 」
What if there is no sun in life?
"So, silly boy!
Listen to you! 」
Thank you very much.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Is this brother tired? ——
Then the rest of the brothers will take his place.
Are you hungry? ——
There are yellow rice,
There is vegetable soup.
Did you take a bite? ——
There is boundless clear water under the ice;
It is ice,
You can also make our good tea.
Is the hammer handle broken?
That's not important,
Take out the axe from the hut,
There are many branches on the shore.
Knock on the ice.
We have everything,
Nothing panics,
Thank our benefactor, nature.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Starting at noon,
Knock into the night.
In the dark night,
Or knock on the ice with lanterns.
A prickly north wind,
Blow the trees on both sides,
Turned into a violent voice.
Is this authority?
The palms are numb,
The skin has also been filed;
The muscles in your arm,
Expansion is not gradually free;
My feet are sore;
The sweat on my head,
Fell on the cold ice,
The sweat on my back,
Got into the sleeve by the cold wind,
Blowing will form cold ice;
Is that pain?
There are dark clouds in the sky,
Occasionally there are some cracks,
Show that a star has two stars,
Luminescence and contraction,
Like winking at us,
Is that hope?
The constant hammering in winter and winter,
Is it the drum of spiritual progress?
The sound of an ice cutter,
Is it the rebel stormtroopers?
Is it the last struggle of losers?
Echo in the wilderness,
Is it a response?
This does not require management;
It's us,
Don't let us manage it.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
A mallet in winter,
Knocking on the door in the dark,
The sound of knocking wild dogs gradually faded;
An owl went straight into a deep tree.
Stop singing his "ode to death";
Knock until the rooster wakes up;
Birds are singing;
Knock straight into the grassland,
There was once a shepherd's song;
Knock directly at the frosted hay,
In the morning light,
Show his hardship!
All right!
Darkness is dead,
The light is alive again!
What about us?
Why don't you stop?
Oh!
Twenty-five miles ahead!
Bright!
The light of nature,
General Kwang!
We should thank you,
Do as we know.
But,
We still have our goals;
We shouldn't stop when we see you,
We should rely on your strength,
Extra encouragement,
Make it clear.
Knock on the ice.
Knock, kick!
Knock a ride, take a ride!
Night continues with day,
Dawn continues the night,
It's daylight again,
It's noon,
Noon has passed again!
Time!
You are our only real asset.
We rely on you,
Actually,
Make it clear,
It's not your thief.
How much weight did you give us,
What is your loss rate,
We cherish you,
Respect you,
I can't bear to separate a part of your body from him.
It's just practical,
Make it clear.
Noon passed again,
Twilight is coming again,
However, it is-
"all right! 」
The five of us,
Starting with the chest,
Suddenly a "good! 」
Half-hidden sun in frozen clouds,
Has always been the pinnacle of the west,
It's already half covered.
Light gray clouds,
Pale ochre sunset,
Mix it up,
To be precise-
Alas!
Everyone knows—
This is the smile of our loving mother,
It is her wry smile that loves us!
She said:
"son!
You are tired!
But your purpose has been achieved!
Take a break! 」
So we raise our hands in pain,
Swing away the last cold sweat on your forehead;
Unconsciously,
Each comes from the chest,
Suddenly let out a cry:
(it's pain)
"all right! 」
"all right! 」
Me and four gamblers,
On a small dimly lit table,
Drink a glass of yellow wine,
This is a kind of home-brewed wine with walnut flavor.
Is anybody there? -Tired.
What about the boat? Hurt.
Where is the sledgehammer? -broken and repaired, repaired and broken.
But 70 miles of ice?
Needless to say,
It's a walnut-flavored hometown wine.
His hands were covered with mud, sweat and blood,
Take it to your mouth and drink it,
Excuse me, human:
Did you wish everyone a drink?
But how many people have drunk it?
"all right! 」
Countless latecomers, did you hear our call?
If you go this way,
If you also walk 7 1 mile,
A mile's work,
It is yours.
If you say:
"Wait!
Maybe someone else will knock for us. 」
Or:
"Wait!
The light energy of the sun,
It's powerful in an instant. 」
So,
You are such a confused child!
You forgot you!
Do you thank us for seventy games in your heart?
This is not necessary,
Because this is our business.
But in that mile,
This is your business.
Turn your gavel into a cross,
You should be baptized with blood and sweat,
…………
You should drink a glass of walnut-flavored hometown wine,
You should learn from your heart,
Suddenly let out a cry "good! 」
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This is a poem.