1. The chant of the sun
The sun, the sun that hurts my heart!
It took away the wanderer's dream of returning home,
and added to his twelve hours of nine-winded ileum!
The sun, the sun that burns like fire!
It dries the dew on the tips of the grass,
Can it dry the cold tears of the wanderer?
O sun, the sun driven by six dragons!
If I don’t have to suffer this daily reprieve,
What’s the point of running through five years as if it were one day?
O sun - the speedy golden bird - the sun!
Let me ride you around the earth once a day,
and you can see your hometown once a day!
Sun, the new sun rising at the corner of the building!
Didn’t he just come from our east?
Is my hometown still safe at this moment?
The sun, the sun from my hometown!
The official willows in Beijing are wrapped in autumn, right?
Alas! I am as haggard as late autumn!
O sun, the ever-running sun!
——You seem to be homeless.
Ah! Your life experience and mine are equally unimaginable!
O sun, the sun that is constantly improving!
Maybe the big universe is your hometown.
Maybe point me in the direction of my hometown?
Sun, this is not like my mountains and rivers, the sun!
The storm here has a different color,
The tunes sang by the birds here are particularly sad.
O sun, sun of the fire of life!
But who doesn’t know that you are the passion of the eastern half of the world,
—and the wisdom of the western half of the world at the same time?
The sun is also the sun in my hometown!
Now I can’t go back to my old hometown,
Even if I consider you my hometown, it’s still a gain and a loss.
O sun, the sun that shines with all your kindness!
When I see you in the future, I will go home once;
My hometown is not underground but in heaven!
2. Prayer
Please tell me who the Chinese are,
reveal me how to hold the memory tightly;
—— Please tell me the greatness of this nation,
Tell me gently, don’t make any noise!
Please tell me who is Chinese,
Who has the heart of Yao and Shun in his heart,
Whose blood is the blood of Jing Ke and Nie Zheng,
Who is the legacy of Shennong and Huangdi?
Tell me that the wisdom is strange,
It is a gift from the hippopotamus;
Also tell me the rhythm of the song,
Originally, he was taught by Nine-Breasted Phoenix.
——Please tell me the silence of the Gobi,
and the solemnity of the Five Mountains? Tell me again
The stone slides of Mount Tai are still dripping with patience, and the great rivers and Yellow Rivers are still flowing in harmony?
Tell me again, that drop of clear tears
Is it Confucius’ sorrow to express his condolences to the dead Lin?
You have to tell me about that crazy laugh,
Zhuang Zhou Chun Yu Kun Dongfang Shuo’s laugh.
Please tell me who the Chinese are,
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this nation,
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Tell me gently, don’t make any noise!
3. One sentence
One sentence can bring disaster,
One sentence can light a fire,
Don’t look at five It hasn't been revealed for thousands of years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was possessed suddenly,
Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky
It exploded:
——"Our China !”
What do you want me to say today?
It’s okay if you don’t believe that iron trees bloom,
then listen to this sentence:
Wait until the volcano can’t help but keep silent;
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue, stamp your feet,
wait until a thunderbolt breaks out in the blue sky:
"Our China!"
4. Color
——Life is a worthless white paper.
Since green gave me development,
red gave me passion,
Yellow teaches me loyalty,
Blue teaches me nobility,
Pink gives me hope,
Gray gives me sorrow ;
If I complete this color picture again,
He will kill me.
From then on,
——I doted on my life,
because I love its colors.
5. Dead water
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
The breeze cannot blow any ripples.
It is better to throw away more scraps and scraps of metal,
Just throw in your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into emerald,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the iron can;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk,
The mold steamed up some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
filled with pearl-like white foam;
Small beads turn into big beads with a smile,
He was bitten by a mosquito that stole wine again.
Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
can only be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,
The stagnant water will sing again.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
This is by no means a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.
Look What a world he created.