Author: Ai Qing
In the morning, I woke up from my sleep,
I am glad to see your brilliance;
Although I was sleepy last night,
Troubled by countless nightmares.
Your fresh, gentle, bright and clean luster,
Shining on my long-unopened window,
Paint enough paper with a pale yellow color like pollen,
Embedded in a light blue neat grid,
I was so grateful that I got out of bed.
Open and close the window for a winter,
Let you weave the bright tablecloth with all the gold wires,
Spread it out on my table by the window.
So, I was surprised to see you:
So real that there is no doubt that,
You stand on the top of the mountain opposite,
Smile so clearly.
I tried to open my eyes to see you,
Eager to capture your image,
How intense, how trance, how solemn!
Your light stung my pupils.
Sun, your immortal philosopher,
You bring happiness to the world,
Even if I have the misfortune to meet you,
I also feel your comfort in my heart.
You are the blacksmith of time,
A good life;
You cast the days into countless golden wheels,
Flying in the ancient wasteland ...
Without you, sun,
All life will crawl in the shadow,
Even with wings, it can only be like a bat.
Fly in the eternal night.
I love you as people love their mothers,
You provide light and heat for my thoughts and thoughts-
Let me live with passion and suffer for my ideals.
Until my life was taken away by death.
After a long and lonely winter,
Today, I want to go to the top of the mountain
Take off my clothes, naked,
Bathe my soul with your light ...