-In memory of Lu Xun (Cang Kejia)

Some people are alive.

He is dead;

Some people died.

He's alive.

somebody

Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"

somebody

Bend down and be an ox and a horse for the people.

somebody

Carve your name into a stone to be immortal;

somebody

I would rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.

somebody

No one else can live if he lives;

somebody

He lives to live better for most people.

Riding on the people's heads

The people broke him down;

Work for the people.

People will always remember him!

Carve one's name into stone

The name rotted earlier than the corpse;

As long as the spring breeze blows

Green weeds are everywhere.

He's alive, and no one else can live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives for the better of most people,

The masses held him high, high.

—— 1949 1 1 month 1 day in Cang Kejia.

2. Homesickness

(Yu Guangzhong)

When I was a kid,

Homesickness is a small stamp,

I'm at this end,

Mother is over there.

When I grow up,

Homesickness is a narrow ticket,

I'm at this end,

The bride is over there.

Later,

Homesickness is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mother is inside.

And now,

Homesickness is a shallow strait,

I'm at this end,

The mainland is that way.

3. Dead Water

(Wen Yiduo)

This is a desperate backwater,

The breeze can't blow a bit.

Why don't you throw more junk,

Spill your leftovers.

Maybe the copper will turn green into jade,

Several petals of peach blossom rusted on the tin can;

Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,

Mold steamed some clouds for him.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,

Full of pearly foam;

The laughter of the little beads turned into big beads,

It was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.

So a ditch of desperate stagnant water,

It is also a bit vivid.

If frogs can't stand loneliness,

It's dead water again. It's singing.

This is a desperate backwater,

This is definitely not where beauty lies,

Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,

See what world it creates.

4. Farewell to Cambridge

(Xu Zhimo)

Gently, I left,

As I come gently;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the clouds in the west.

The golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset;

The shadows in the waves,

Rippling in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Oily and swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River,

I am willing to be an aquatic plant!

A pool under the shade of elm,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crushed between floating algae,

Precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Hold up a long pole,

Back to the greener grass;

Full of starlight,

Play songs in the splendor of the stars.

But I can't play songs,

Quietly is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.

5. "A Song by shian Nora-A Gift to a Japanese Girl"

(Xu Zhimo)

The most is the gentleness of that bow,

Like a lotus flower, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool wind.

Say take care,

Say take care,

There is sweet sorrow in that treasure-

Shian, Nora!

6. Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring.

(Haizi)

From tomorrow on, I will be a happy man;

Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care foodstuff and vegetable,

I have a house,

Facing the Sea With Spring Blossoms

From tomorrow on, write to each of my dear ones,

Telling them of my happiness,

What the lightening of happiness has told me,

I will spread it to each of them.

Give a warm name for every river and every mountain.

Strangers, I will also wish you happy.

May you have a brilliant future!

May you lovers eventually become spouse!

May you be happy on earth.

I only wish to face the sea, with spring flowers blossoming.

7. Rain Lane

(Dai Wangshu)

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to meet

Like a lilac.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

As sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sorrow and hesitation;

She wanders in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

In silence,

Cold, sad and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approaching, throwing again.

Breathing eyes,

She drifted by

Like a dream,

Sad and confused like a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac,

I passed this girl by;

She went away silently, far away,

To the crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy lane.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Remove her color,

Scattered her fragrance.

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes,

Lilac melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float by.

Like a lilac.

A girl with a grudge.

8. Worry

(Dai Wangshu)

It is said that it is the clear sorrow of lonely autumn.

It is said that it is acacia in the distant sea;

If someone asks me about my worries,

I dare not say your name.

I dare not say your name:

If someone asks me about my worries,

It is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.

It is said that it is the clear sorrow of lonely autumn ...

9. In front of the door

(Gu Cheng)

How I wish there was a doorway.

In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.

We stood.

Hold one's door leaf

The door is low, but the sun is bright.

The grass is bearing its seeds.

The wind is shaking its leaves.

We stood, not talking.

It is very beautiful

There is a door, don't open it.

If it's ours, it's very beautiful.

In the morning, I will wander in the night.

We gave him the lyre.

We're not leaving.

We need land.

Need land that will never be destroyed

We're going to ride it.

Through life

The land is rough and sometimes narrow.

However, it has a history.

There is a sky and a moon.

A dew and morning

We love the land.

We stood.

Digging the earth with wooden shoes

The door is also hot.

We lean gently, which is very beautiful.

Grass behind the wall

Won't grow up again

It only touched the sun with its fingertips.

10. Far and Near

(Gu Cheng)

You,

Look at me later,

Watch the clouds later.

I think,

When you look at me far away,

You look at the clouds very close.

1 1. The Generation

(Gu Cheng)

The night gave me black eyes,

I use it to find light.

12. Alley

(Gu Cheng)

alley

It's curved and long.

There is no door

No windows.

I took an old key.

Knocking on the thick wall

13. "A Bundle"

(North Island)

Between me and the world

You are a bay, a sail.

Are the faithful ends of the cable.

You are the fountain, the wind.

It is the crisp cry of childhood.

Between me and the world

You are a picture frame and a window.

It's a field full of wild flowers

You are breathing, not the bed.

It's a night with the stars

Between me and the world

You are a calendar, a compass.

It's the light that glides in the dark

You are a resume, a bookmark.

Is written in the preface at the end.

Between me and the world

You are a veil, a fog.

It's a lamp in a dream

You are a flute and a silent song.

It's the drooping eyes of stone carvings.

Between me and the world

You are a gap, a pond.

It's a sinking abyss

You are a fence, a wall.

It's a permanent pattern on the shield

14. Answer

(North Island)

Mean is the passport of the mean,

Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people.

See, in that gilded sky,

Filled with the crooked reflection of the dead.

The ice age has passed,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,

Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

Only with paper, rope and figure.

Before the trial,

Read the voices that have been sentenced.

Tell you what, world,

I-don't-believe!

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as the 101st.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe in death without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart.

If land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New turning points and sparkling stars,

Is filling the sky with no cover,

It's a hieroglyph of 5,000 years,

Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.

15. Error

(Zheng Chouyu)

I walked across Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, the catkins in March will not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like a bluestone street facing the night.

Without a sound, the spring curtain in March will not be uncovered.

Your heart is a small window tightly closed.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I'm not a returnee, I'm a passer-by ...

16. A Flowering Tree

(Xi Murong)

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

For this

I have prayed for 500 years before the Buddha.

Begging it to make us have a dusty relationship.

The Buddha then turned me into a tree.

By the path you may take.

In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun

Every flower carrying my previous hope.

As you are near,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting

And you finally walked by in defiance.

Upon the ground behind you

Friend, that's not a petal

It's my withered heart

17. To the Oak Tree

(Shu Ting)

If I love you-

Not like climbing campbell,

Show off yourself with your high branches;

If I love you-

Never imitate spoony birds,

Repeating monotonous songs for the shade;

It's not just like a fountain,

Send cool comfort all the year round;

It's not just like a dangerous peak,

Increase your height and set off your dignity.

Even daylight,

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok plant near you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

Roots, clinging to the ground;

Leaves, touching in the clouds.

Every time a gust of wind blows,

We all greet each other,

But no one,

Understand our words.

You have your copper branches and iron stems,

Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;

I have my red flowers,

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch.

We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts;

We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow.

As if we were separated forever,

But they are dependent for life.

This is great love,

faithfulness is here:

Love-

Not only love your stalwart body,

And I love where you stand,

The land under your feet.

18 "New Moon"

(Shao)

The crescent moon bends,

Like a boat.

I went home by boat,

Across the Qian Shan.

The fragrance of flowers The night is warm.

It is spring in my hometown.

Are you asleep?

I landed in your dream.

19. Out of chapter

(Bian Zhilin)

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.

The landscape man is upstairs watching you.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

20. The Silence of Banzagurubaima

(Tashiram Dodo)

You see me or you don't see me,

I was right there,

Not sad or happy.

You read me or you don't read me,

Love is there,

Don't come or go.

You love me, or you don't,

Love is there,

Neither increase nor decrease.

With or without me,

My hand is in your hand,

Never give up.

Come into my arms,

Or, let me live in your heart.

Love each other silently,

Silence and joy.