1, Silence in the Forest and Snow-Mandelshtam
In the silent snow forest, the music of your footsteps echoes?
Like a ghost drifting slowly, you came to the cold of winter.
Winter is like a dark night, with ears of snow hanging on the trees.
Crows perched on branches have seen many things in their lives.
The rolling waves gradually formed in the dream.
Encouraged and selfless, it is about to break the newly frozen thin ice.
My heart has matured in silence, and this thin ice comes from my heart?
2. The pond in winter-Ai Qing
Ponds in winter,
Lonely as an old man's heart—
A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;
Ponds in winter,
As dry as an old man's eyes—
Worn by hard work;
Ponds in winter,
As barren as an old man's hair—
Hair as thin and gray as frost grass;
Ponds in winter,
As gloomy as a sad old man—
An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.
3, "Winter Night"-Xin Di
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air at night,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?
4. The happiness of snowflakes-Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I must know my direction clearly.
Fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
Fly, fly, fly,
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Wait for her to visit in the garden.
Fly, fly, fly,
Ah, she smells of cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
-disband, disband, disband
-Into her tender heart.
5. In the snow-Feng Zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.