黃紀雲漢譯英自選詩十首｜浙江
Ode to Middle age
Openyour own grave, except for bones
And thegrass in March.
The skyis always blue, being panic-stricken.
Becausethe shadow will never come back to you
Nightis coming again, But I can't find
thatdream bed anymore.
Thesymphony of bones and grass, without echo,
Wherethe spring breeze is so attentive.
Lookingback suddenly, an old house shakes in nothingness,
Alleyes being in the crack of the door.
In SanDiego, I boarded a decommissioned aircraft carrierItsnun-like heart reminds me of truth，Of thescattered fishing villages in the Pacific OceanAnd theflying sharks in Grandma's eyes.At themoment, Sunshine in California is like the Godfather of Marlon Brando.Mycompanion was a small space phobia patient,Beinghard to bear room or passageway without windows.Holdingme on the shoulder with one hand，Thecrutch in the other hand made a sharp,trembling voices.And I'msurprised how can the sound of wooden fish be knocked outIn the south of the Yangtze River. or Before and after a hugKeepyour lofty aspiration in the breath——Sufferingis no exception.It'snot just the moon, round and missing.Don'tyou think this is the "tuyere"?Eventhough it's not near the water.Ittakes years to enter deep water."Eightthousand miles" is the Party of fate.I hopethis afternoon, this time of orphans can holdNight,patched and partched.(Actually, I just want a small piece.)Theperfect 45 degree contour lineisembedded in Jiangnan, under the lamp.是如何琴索似的撥動著村野鄙夫們的柴米油鹽衣食住行。Fromthe winter solstice, it looks like a knife mark to the mother's abdomen,Theabandoned winding is not redundant.(In fact, nurturenothing in life.namelyThesedays of crossing Yin and Yang like vertebrae,Which doesn't make the climbing shadow fat.)Thingsclose to the wind, re-dilute.Whiteshirt, grass green trousers, water shining in the twilight.Eventhough her newly red eyes are always run by fatigue and madness.Althoughconscience has long been claimed by love. And two fallenbutterflieslikefighters,roared overthe famous tower. Ah, Ilove you, BaiRuo Mountain !"Onthe top of BaiRuoMountain, enjoy thecool."—— In my hometown,It's petphrase , whichmeans, don't think too well.It canbe imagined that in those days, how did this mountain built with smoothstream stones hold daily life necessities of vulgarcountrymen.Is howto play the piano cable like the village of my husband's .When Ilook up again, the gaze of attentionFinallyaccepted by ancestors. Only her,Stillsitting in the dilapidated corridor on the ridge (the wind madeher hands white),Teachher beloved teacher how to roll the sleeves of his shirt.There is a lot of moonlight tonight. It'sscaryThe wheels rolled over the roadThere was the sound of broken glassThere is no running water. Roots lost soilon shoreWrapped with white hair like moonlight,such as countless stranded greetingsThe moon goes through the blue skyLike an animal with a suckerThrough the ages, how many people have beensucked awayBut the moon and its shadow, and wine gameYour layout is so wonderfulBoundless expansion, how gentleStars embrace planets , which formsfamiliesThe dim little stars are very freeLeaving the forest, the city is bornAll kinds of lights are like a raging floodGod locked the drawing in the safeI don't want to steal wisdom with hightechnologyJust want to put a needlein the public feeling, with the stars.Hard to touch the essence but a soundNow, the whirlpool of light is up. Thedirection of the bottom is unknown.The morning wind relieves the pool water.The sky was sewn up in pure blue.Stitches are moving towards the bony moon.They fly up and down in twos and threes.To the old oaks who work day and night fortheir livelihoodForget. Can you learn it?Don't be afraid. The fox spirit has alreadyclimbed up the back of the old oak tree.The fox appeared. God must have led theway.Leaving a lump of shit in the yard is agreat blessing."If you’re not fish, how can you knowthe pleasure of fish?"Haha, fox out of the negative list, this isWhere have all the birds gone?They don't care what you look up to or lookat.Stop, sun, moon, and starsLike automatic door, such as springrelaxationIt needs a rest , and to be quietAnd its eyeballs, this turbid crystal——這分明是基拉韋厄火山爆發吞噬夏威夷島的森林前，一棵優雅的桃金孃生長的地方。有必要告訴你此刻發生了什麼，The moonlight fell on the yard through thetrees. A gust of wind,The steps were crawling with crabs,injected with stimulants.A dense crowd crawling towards me. (theyseem to recognize who I am.)Open the door... They didn't talk to me.They're focused on sharing the silence——The body that's ever so strong.And on the scorched black ground, there wasa red hot, glowing lava——This is clearly before the eruption of Kilauea engulfed the forests ofHawaii,Where an elegant Myrtle grows. It'snecessary to tell you what's going on at the moment,Or what will happen next? However——I must be returned to a sea that ispregnant for you.This used to be a tiger spot，Its mystery is far more than its solemnityYou can take a look here，For example, after the first heavy snowevery yearBut it's better not to think about anythingIf you think about it, for example——Why is this place so big？Here, are tigers still around？You will find that you seem to be standingin the boiling potYour thoughts are like boiled frogs.Of course, you can watch it, you watch;You can listen, you listen.But if you want to explore the beauty,Or look around and you'll seeIt's like falling into a deep hole.The mountains are high and the valleys deepIf you have to die, before you dieYou can see the tiger's eyesOne is like the sun, the other is like themoon
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