Chapter 2 Feng Zhi: Sonnet Collection-2

your name, often in the Among the many names, there is no What's the difference, but you are forever Secretly keep their brilliance; we are only at dawn and dusk Knowing that you are Chang Geng and Qiming, till midnight you and ordinary stars Nor does it differentiate: how many young people by your serene enlightenment from Righteous death and life.now you are dead We deeply feel that you can no longer Participate in the future work of mankind— If the world can be resurrected, What is crooked can be readjusted. one evening many years ago You feel "sleep" for several young people;

You do not know how many disillusions you have experienced, But that "sleep" never fades away. I am forever grateful Looking at you, for our time: It was destroyed by stupid people, But its maintainer has lived his whole life Forsaken from this world— How many times have you seen a glimmer of light, Turning around, it was covered by dark clouds again. You have finished your treacherous journey, In the midst of hardships, there are only grasses by the roadside Ever elicited the smile you wished. You suffer hunger in a deserted village, You often think of dead filling the ditch,

you keep singing eo For the fall of the magnificence of the world: There are athletes killed and wounded on the battlefield, There are stars falling in the sky, Thousands of horses disappear with the clouds... Your life is their sacrifice. your poverty is shining Like a saint's rags, It's just a thread in the world There is also infinite power of God. all crowned before its light Only a poor image is shown. You grew up in a family of ordinary citizens, You shed tears for many ordinary women, You are also in awe in front of a generation of heroes; Your eighty years were so peaceful,

As if the universe were running lonely there, But never a moment's rest, Everywhere new life evolves, No matter the ups and downs, or sunny days. From heavy sickness to new health, In exchange for new nourishment from desperate love, You know why moths fling to flames, Why do snakes shed their old skin in order to grow; All things enjoy your famous saying, It tells the meaning of all life: "Death and change." Your passion is on fire everywhere, You put a bouquet of sun-facing yellow flowers, Burning, the thick cypress burning, and in the hot sun people who walk, they too

A flame that calls on high; But a lonely tree in early spring Small tree, courtyard of a prison and bow your head in the dark room Potato Peelers: They all Like ice cubes that never go away. In the middle you drew the suspension bridge, Draw Qingqian's boat: Do you want To welcome the less fortunate? Look at the teams of mules and horses Bringing goods from afar, The water will also bring some sand From some unknown distance, The wind from thousands of miles away will also Sweeps from other lands: We have traveled countless mountains and rivers, Possess at any time, give up at any time,

Like a bird flying in the air, It governs space at all times, Feel like nothing at all times. What is our reality? Bring nothing from afar I can't take anything away from my face We stand on a high mountain Transformed into a boundless vista, into the vast plain before us, Turned into staggered paths on the plain. Which road, which water, it doesn't matter, Which gust of wind, which cloud, did not echo; The cities, mountains and rivers we have traveled, It has become our life. our growth, our sorrow It is a pine tree on the hillside of such and such, It is a thick fog over the city of so-and-so;

We follow the wind, follow the water, Turned into criss-cross paths on the plain, Turn into the life of pedestrians on the road. You said, you love watching the wilderness A path full of life, How many footsteps of unknown pedestrians Step out on these lively roads. in the wilderness of our hearts There are also winding paths, but once on the road Pedestrians are mostly gone: Lonely children, gray-haired couples, And some young men and women, And friends who died, they all tread these paths for us; We commemorate their steps Don't leave these trails deserted. We often spend an intimate night

In a strange room, during the day it What it looks like, we have no way of knowing, Not to mention its past and future.field - stretches endlessly beyond our windows, We only vaguely remember at dusk The way of coming is the knowledge of it, After leaving tomorrow, we will not come back. close your eyes!make those intimate nights And strange places weave in our hearts: Our life is like the field outside the window, We recognize in the pulsed field A tree, a glimmer of lake light; it stretches as far as the eye can see Hiding the forgotten past and the vague future.