Chapter 3 Feng Zhi: Sonnet Collection-3
Let's wave, let's leave
Our world is divided into two,
I feel cold around me, and suddenly there is a vastness in front of me,
Like two newborn babies.
Ah, a parting, a birth,
We bear the burden of hard work,
Turn the cold into warm, the raw into maturity,
Each cultivates their own world,
For goodbye, as if meeting for the first time,
Thinking of the past with gratitude,
When we met for the first time, I suddenly felt the past life.
There are several springs and several winters in a lifetime,
We only feel the rotation of timing,
I can't feel the age stipulated by the world.
How many faces, how many voices
So real in our dreams,
Whether intimate or unfamiliar:
is the division of my own life,
But merged many lives,
Bloom and bear fruit after fusion?
Who can decide his own life
Facing this vast and watery night,
Who can make his voice and face
Retrieve only in intimate dreams?
we don't know how many times
Reflected in a distant sky,
By the boatman or the passerby in the desert
Added some fresh dream nutrients.
We listened to the storm in the wind,
We are so alone in the light,
we are in this little hut
It is in the middle of our utensils
There is also a distance of thousands of miles:
The steel furnace is longing for the mine seedlings in the deep mountains
The porcelain pot is longing for the clay by the river;
They are all like birds in the wind and rain
each thing.we hold tight,
It seems that I can't even control myself.
The wind blows everything high into the sky,
The torrential rain drenches everything into the mud again,
Only this faint red light remains
It is confirming the temporary residence of our lives.
The night is deep in the mountains again,
Listening to the heavy rain at night.
mountain village ten miles away
Think about the shops inside and outside
Can they still exist?
Mountains and Rivers Ten Years Ago
dream years ago
All buried in the rain.
so narrow all around,
as if returning to the mother's womb;
god i pray late at night
like an ancient man:
"Give me a narrow heart
A big universe! "
It rained for half a month
since you were born
I only know that it is moist and bright
One day the rain clouds suddenly parted
The sun fills the walls,
i saw your mother
Hold you up to the sun,
let you use your whole body
Received light and warmth for the first time,
When the sun goes behind, it again.
Take you back.you didn't
memory, but this scene experience
Will blend into the bark of the future,
You bark out light in the night.
here thousands of years ago
everywhere seems to have been
have our lives;
before we were born
a song has been
from the shifting sky,
from green grass and pines
sing about our destiny.
We are troubled,
how come here
Hear this song?
Look at that little flying insect,
in its flight
All the time is eternal life.
There are utensils on the table,
Books are on display,
in some still life
we do not cease to think;
There is no song in words,
There is no dancing in the act,
Ask the birds outside the window
Why flutter your wings and volley in the air.
only the sleeping body,
Rhythm in the silence of the night,
air in the body game
Sea salt plays in blood—
I might hear it in my dream
Heaven and sea call to us?
We walk a familiar path every day
back to where we live;
But hidden in this forest
Many small roads are deep and unfamiliar.
Walking a life, I feel a little flustered,
Afraid to go farther and farther and go astray,
But unknowingly from the village
Suddenly saw where we live
New islands appeared on the horizon.
how many things are around us
Ask us for new discoveries:
Don't feel that everything is already familiar,
Touch your own hair and skin until you die
A question arose: whose body is this?
from a flood of formless water
The water-taker fetches an oval bottle,
This water takes a form;
Look, the wind flag fluttering in the autumn wind,
It holds hold of unstoppable things,
Let the light in the distance, the night in the distance
And the thanks of some distant vegetation,
There is also a mind towards infinity,
Keep some on this flag.
We have heard the wind all night in vain,
I just watched the yellow grass and red leaves all day,
Where do we arrange our thoughts and thoughts?
May these poems be like a wind flag
Hold on to some uncontrollable things.