Chapter 4 Hu Shi's poems

Two yellow butterflies fly to the sky. I don't know why, but suddenly flew back. The one left is lonely and pitiful; I don't want to go to heaven, it's too lonely. The clouds are light and the sky is high, what a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the sky. Look at them in twos and threes, back and forth, Yi Ruyi, -- Suddenly, turning over to reflect the sun, white feathers against the blue sky, very bright! I get up early in the morning, Standing in the corner of someone's house and crying hoarsely. People hate me and call me unlucky:—— I can't murmur to please others!

two It's cold and windy, and there are no branches to live in. I flew back and forth all day, cold and hungry all day. —— I can't take the sheath and fly for others; You can't ask people to tie their families to the top of a bamboo pole and earn a handful of yellow millet! The lovesickness I haven't seen for thirteen years ends today. Let's recount the sad past events from the beginning. Don't say you're sorry for me, I don't say I'm sorry for you,-- And keep in mind to take the mid-heaven and bright moon on the 30th night of December! He may love me,—maybe still loves me,—

But he always advised me not to love him anymore. he often blames me; On this day, he looked at me with tears in his eyes, He said, "Why do you still think of me? Thinking of me, how can you treat him? If you really love me, You should love him with the heart that loves me, You should treat him the same way you treat me. " His words were all right:— God help me! I "should" do this! "Authority" sits on a hilltop, Command a group of chained slaves to open mines for him. He said, "Which of you dares to be stubborn? I will do what I want you to do!"

Slaves have worked ten thousand years, The iron chain on the head and neck gradually frayed. They said, "When the chain is broken, We are going to rebel!" The slaves work together, Hoe after hoe, they dug to the bottom of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain is hollowed out, "Authority" fell down and fell to his death! You love him in your heart, don't say you don't love him. It depends on you loving him and waiting for others to harm him. If someone hurts him, how do you treat him? If someone loves him, how should he be treated? September 6, 1916 a decade ago

someone smiled at me I didn't know anything at the time I just think he has a good smile What happened to that person later It's just that his smile is still there I can't forget him I still think he gets cuter as he ages I borrowed him to make many love poems I think of all kinds of situations for him some people read sad some people read happy Whether happy or sad It's just that smile I may never see the person who laughs again But I'm thankful he's smiling so nicely "This Ke Dashu is disgusting, He's in my way! " Come! Almost knocked him down,

Dig up the roots. —— Ha ha!All right! two Great trees are cut down for firewood, The roots soon rotted away too. Those who chop trees are very proud, He felt at peace. three But there are many seeds on the tree— Tiny seeds, encased in prickly shells,— Covered with dead leaves, The leaves are piled with snow, Little things, no one notices. Four the snow cleared, The dead leaves are blown away by the spring wind. The prickly shells are all torn, Two tender leaves grew from each, Laughing and bewildered, it seems to say: "Here we are again!" Fives after many years,

There are big trees on the edge of the field on the dam. Hard-working man, enjoying the shade under the tree, Wise little bird, singing in the trees,-- Where did the tree cutter go? September 20, 1919