Mother,
Could you take a look
At my miscellaneous writings?
These words
Were already kept in your bosom,
Even before I was born.
--120, “Infinite Stars"
Bingxin
Nov 21, 1922
Spring Water
1
Water in spring,
It is another year,
And you are still running after the breeze.
May I have a look at
My reflection again?
Water replies gently with thanks:
"My friend,
I have never kept a reflection,
Not even yours."
2
The four seasons slowly pass by-
Hundreds of flowers whisper to each other:
“We are the small and weak!
So, let our lives
Be full of dreams
And our drinking cups
Sentimental,
For God has already arranged all these!"
3
Young People!
You should be
As still and sober as mountains, if
You can’t float with winds,
The flowing wind-like career
Only belongs to the lives of poets.
4
Do reeds
Only accompany the sandy waves?
Please follow up the winds, and travel to Jiangnan*!
*Jiangnan is the area to the south of Yangtze River.
5
A river
Flows with no barrier,
Across ten thousand lis* of sand,
Freely
And silently,
Without a happy voice.
Another river
Bends while it flows,
Across high mountains and deep gorges,
Dangerously
And arduously,
Neither with a happy voice.
My friends!
Thank you for explaining
The questions
I can’t understand for so long.
The happiness of young people
Is rippling with
Both straight and winding streams.
*A "li" is a Chinese unit of measurement.
6
Poets!
Do not grieve nature.
The picture of "beauty"
Needs to be painted lightly.
7
Step by step,
I walked with the support of my hands.
How high and faraway
Is the vague dark-green peak!?
8
The moon,
What makes your dignity?
For in the deep and distant sky,
You come and go alone.
9
If I could reach,
My God!
Where would the limit of your spirit be?
Would you allow me to know?
Might it be so far away
And further
That I felt negligible?
10
I suddenly realize that
It is in the middle of the night.
I won’t let the mood of daytime,
Invade the atmosphere.
11
The south wind blows
Bringing the smile of spring,
From the territory of water.
12
When the music of the xian* approaches,
Listeners come.
When the music of the xian departs,
Will the fate of the ignorant people
Follow?
*Xian is an ancient Chinese stringed musical instrument.
13
White lotus!
Purity confines you.
Why not invite the red lotus in the water
To come and appreciate your elegance?
14
Nature calls out:
"Steep your nib
In my ocean!
The hearts of humans are drying."
15
Silence
Is
Filled with the songs of triumph.
16
My heart!
When do you start to be vexed?
When
Thinking about the universe
And all living beings.
17
The sun
Over the red walls and feeble grass
Please set soon.
You make many young days wane.
18
The plum flowers in the snow!
You arrive early in the spring.
The little flowers follow you,
Coming into blossom and
Spreading over the ground.
19
Poets!
Please write cautiously!
All bored living beings
Needs your comfort.
20
Standing alone on the peak,
I wondered
Whether I
Possess the whole world.
21
I can only carry my kettle,
Watching my flower wither,
How can the water of sympathy reach her,
My flower,
That I keep in the fence?
22
The pioneer!
Should you open up the path for human beings?
Tighten the string of your heart!
23
The plain pond water,
When facing the sunset,
Becomes a golden ocean.
24
Little island,
How straight and upright you are!
The countless peaks around
Have sunk beneath the sea.
25
The wind in winter is also gentle,
When letting
The flower-like snowflake
Come to full bloom.
26
I am only the weak,
So let me carry
The cross of brightness on my back,
For I want to be rid of
The dim stars
In my nature.
27
While great wind is gathering,
The noise of autumn insects vanishes!
28
The shadow is deceiving the others.
In space,
The moon never turns full and crescent.
29
With the same color of green,
But with a bit more gentleness,
The Lake of Xihu swells,
Like the little sister of ocean.
30
The sky turns bright
As the stars set.
The wind at dawn
Again
Is playing tricks on the sleeping person.
31
Poet!
Nature is commanding you
To calm the tides in your heart
And listen to her call.
32
The fishermen's boats are coming back.
Look at
The glowing red lanterns
Spreading on the river.
33
Solitary flower in the corner,
As you indulge in self-admiration,
The world becomes smaller.
34
Young people!
From the barren land,
Please search out sympathy!
35
Isn’t the fresh green leaves
The mood for poetry?
For her color turns deeper over time.
36
The "past" of the old
And the "future" of the young,
Are the same
In my deep thinking.
37
The universe!
Uncover your net of stars, and
Allow me to look at your bright face
With reverence.
38
It is late autumn!
The trees have worn their red blouses!
39
Water flows to the East
And the moon sets to the West-
Poet,
Will your heart pull them back?
40
From dusk to late night,
Wild winds sweep through the Huaihua flowers
And sweet rains splash the Tengluo trees.
Can I stop you?
For my sick little brother,
Has just fallen into deep sleep.
41
My little pine tree,
Please allow me to stay with you
As the white clouds on the hill
Are deepening.
42
The lonely sailing boat
Beside the sunset glow,
Unconsciously
Completes the picture of "nature".
43
Has spring ever spoken up?
But her great potential energy
Makes the world soft.
44
Hold up the flag,
Clever pioneers!
45
Mountains will fall someday,
And oceans will surge.
But the ambition of a common person
Will stand forever.
46
Reserved behavior
Results in liberation of spirits!
47
I stayed in the corridor,
And my book rested on my lap.
With the wind stroking my face,
I knew spring had come.
48
The firefly went away freely,
Leaving the withered lotus alone!
49
In the smile of nature,
The discontent of humans
Will dissolve.
50
Why need to compose?
The poet herself
Is poetry!
51
The crowing of the rooster
Encourages the others,
But rooster himself never needs to be consoled.
52
In the slightly tiring
Deep thought,
The pigeon whistles
Carried on the wind,
Pierce the air for poems.
53
The wind in spring
Sweeps past the fresh grass
With her words to youth:
"My warmness will enlighten you
In the cold,
To create a personality
Of your own."
54
How does daytime become longer?
The tree shadow by the wall far away
Is too sleepy to move.
55
The lily in the wild land,
Only nature
Will be your friend.
56
In a violent storm--
With the fuzzy distant tree,
The Creator had outlined his picture of dusk.
57
Little spider,
Please stop working,
Your net only gathers dust.
58
Ice is as quiet as a mountain,
But a mountain is as vivid as flowing water.
How can the poet
Manipulate them like this?
59
A passenger is shouting:
"Steersman, be careful
Of the reef in the fog."
The steersman smiles calmly:
I know the waterway that
I ought to follow,
And that is enough! "
60
Meteors
Are only brilliant
To human beings.
They sweep into darkness
And then tear away.
Is life as uncertain
As meteors?
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