The following are typical works of his poems.
Zhu Ziqing's Song of Blood —— Written for the "May 30th" tragedy
Blood is red!
Blood is red!
The madman is running,
The sun is shaking!
Blood is hot!
Blood is hot!
Iron in the furnace,
The volcano erupted!
The blood keeps flowing!
The blood keeps flowing!
The long Yangtze River,
The vast Yellow Sea!
Bloody hands!
Red blood hand
Pointing at it,
Point to him, R, me, you!
Bloody eyes!
Blood eye r!
A fire,
Shoot him, you and me!
Blood!
Blood r's mouth!
Shenshen,
Spit on him, me and you!
China's blood!
China's blood!
All brothers,
All good brothers!
Broken crown!
Broken belly!
Or brother,
Still good brothers!
Our heads are still around our necks!
Our hearts are still in the cavity!
Where's our blood?
Where's our blood?
"ah!
Get up! "
1925 June 10
drizzle
Li Dongfeng
Sweep across my face,
The drizzle of stars,
This is the fluff of spring.
Selected Poems of Zhu Ziqing's On the Lake
Go to sleep, little guy.
"Go to sleep, little one."
According to the bright moon,
A breeze blew ―― flowers were in full bloom.
The sandman leans on us.
"Go to sleep, little one."
Your head is covered with blond hair,
Your green eyes are slightly exposed,
You breathe the breath of life.
Ah, you are immersed in the moonlight,
Bright children, loving God!
"Go to sleep, little one."
Night light,
The bottom of the flower is fragrant,
Mother's love,
Hanging over you firmly.
You lie quietly in the cradle of nature,
Which demon dares to disturb you!
"Go to sleep, little one."
Let's go to sleep,
Sleeping in God's arms:
He opened his loving arms,
Hug us;
His bright lips,
Kiss us;
Let's sleep quietly,
Sleep in his arms.
"Go to sleep, little one."
According to the bright moon,
A breeze blew ―― flowers were in full bloom.
The sandman leans on us.
The tragic sky looked down with a straight face,
There are two elegant green trees in the small yard.
A west wind blew and their leaves trembled.
As if afraid of falling—
Zephyr is the messenger?
Ah! It's raining quietly again,
The leaves are shaking very badly.
Standing alone in the rain, quietly,
Still shivering;
It was a long time before he opened his arms and whispered:
"Autumn is coming!"
Yangzhou Zuo in August
(From Trace,1924,65438+February, Yadong Bookstore)