A collection of poems from ʫ���(http://www.poetrysky.com). Translated by Mario Li.
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�˼�ļ�����Զ������ת�� ��ʱ�����¶ദ�к죬��Ȼ�DZ� ���������ʱͬ˭̾Ϣ���죡 ���������ƻ�Ҷ����ʧ��ȥ ��Զ�ʣ�»�ɫ�ij���һƬ ���ļ�į������������� Time The seasons on earth are forever changing, In spring, you left some flowers and said goodbye, Not intending to return to share sighs of fall! Now, even the cloudy yellow leaves are all fallen, It left vast gray skies lonely. How can you stand the cold wind��s soliloquy?
�Ұ�������죬 ��ƽԭ�����һƬ�� �ҵ���û��ֹ�ĸ��ŷ紵�� �紵�� ��Զ����ݣ���Ҷ�� ��Զ��һ���ƣ����̡��� ���̡� The Day after Rain I love the day after rain And the green grasses on the meadow! My heart is endlessly blowing with wind, Blowing with wind: Away the sweet grasses and fallen leaves, Away the clouds like smoke Like smoke.
��˭Ц������������� ����Բת��һ��һ������ ��С���Ź������ų����棡 ��Ȫ������������ˮ���ϣ� ���ã� ��ɢ�� ��˭Ц�úû�������һ�䣿 ������ӯ��������˭�� ϸ�������У����ŷ���� ���ڶ�ǽ��˿˿��б��ǰ ���� ������ ��˭Ц����ٲ������ʣ� �ò�֪����ȸ����������˭ Ц������ǧ�������ת���� ��ÿһ���������ܱ� ҡ�� ���죿 Bright Smile Whose smile is it? It��s so sweet, so deep And so round! Strings of pearls, small ones, Big ones, all sparkle with innocence! Emerging from spring, it floats to the surface And brightly Scatters around! Whose smile is it? It��s like a flower blossom, Graceful, not disturbing a soul! The mindless, subtle fragrance drifts with wind, Whiffs over a low wall, and sojourns In the air Around the sun. Whose smile is it? It built this hundred story tower With unknown birds flying around? Whose smile Is it? It made tens of thousands of wind bells ring From the eaves of colored glazes layers All the way up Into the sky?