Let me be silent in time and space, Like the rusty green bell of an ancient temple, Carrying three thousand heavy loads, Listen to the rush of wind and rain outside the window; Throw waves to the sea, Return the infinity to the skies, I am the silent Hong Zhong, Silent as a blue freeze; Life is free from pain, Pain baked by death, I am the rusty green bell, Contain the wild winds from all directions! 1946 To save you you must first destroy you, This is the traditional secret of practical politics; Whether it is death or life, it is only for other things, Escape has become your generational profession;

Too much trust has dragged you to the city, It is irony to beg from the greedy; The madness of hunger cannot hide the sincerity of the essence, The shrewd ones gently turn sincerity into capital. Like the ground beneath your feet, you are necessary and superfluous, Heavy existence is only for light death; Hate reality, you lack the necessary language, Even to the point of death, I couldn't understand the suffering of being teased. The voyager leaves the land and misses the land, The sight of seeing off follows behind like a thread, I'm afraid people never remember, What an amazing moment, scattered and concentrated.

The youth closes his eyes and traces the faces in the distance, Those who travel far begin to worry about the savings around them; The old man looked anxiously at the clock and listened to the wind, Universally flooded is a melancholy as green as the sea; Only children know the joy of the sea, Breaking the command to be docile against the storm, The ship is like a cradle, joyous to bewilderment; The sea greets people with restless kingdoms: Like broken branches and leaves transplanted into the air, The voyager dreams of green earth every night. He came to the door with a grateful face,

As if my coming was too much a gift; Inquiring about the journey is like an urchin inquiring about miracles, A pair of presbyopic eyes are always full of suspicion and fear. Never mentioning myself, fifty years of modesty, Beyond grievances, you build an absolute conscience; How many times have I worried that you are lonely in this world, Next to you is the mother of all mankind. Facing you I feel the emptiness of falling, Like a madman losing confidence in front of a Buddha statue; Celebrities and names fly away like leaves, Only when I saw you did I suddenly realize the fundamentals.

The pain of tearing wakes you in the middle of the night, Fatigue flows from the eyes to the stars outside the window, Traveler, once more in the heart of the fork, A lush forest spread out behind him. People receive you as unverified news, Strange feelings dance in tenderness; The husband's joy is filled with restless exhortations, The old woman regards you as a center for sharpening her wit. We are adults, we place our hopes for the future on children, We are children, we trust the past to adults, O you creator who hangs your hands in meditation now, (when all around rises the filth of animals),

Repeated experience can make you deeply lonely, And share the creator's doubts: What else can be added? For nothing to pray for close by, Your eyes are always looking into the distance; The wind has come, the rain has come, you have to reach out to rescue The panic in the distance, the hesitation in the night; You took over cities and villages single-handedly, Cobble together enough for you to make up a map, The graphics are changeable, but the one star light in the middle of the night remains unchanged. The same pain that came from defection. We are ashamed to always fail your kindness,

Anxiety rings like alarm bells across the sky, The ruthless reality forces us to never go, All that was left was a series of nightmares. No matter how many people predicted its land sinking, Said it sinks a few inches every year, The new building still stretches upwards like a magic palm, Grab the sunlight and moisture that belong to the ground And cast shadows.Greed runs high in the air; A hopeless war rings the telephone, The numbers in the display window are like a string of disordered nerves, Strolling the ground are the eyes of the famine swarm vacuum. Injustice is everywhere.The days are light,

Lay a monorail line from the office room to the bar room, People spend ten hours earning money and ten hours licentiousness. The gentlemen walked into the office with their big bellies in their hands, Facing the typist's red yawn, Take a newspaper, cover your face: wait for the rumors of Nanking. Approaching you, only to find the actual distance of the scale, The traveler's footsteps move from the plane to the land; Like a tower rises, you control a traditional loneliness, Seeing you, the narrow-minded people suddenly realize the remoteness and vastness behind them; The abundance of primeval forests, the steaming depression of tropical nights,

I have given up nothing tonight, existence is everything; Fierce, firm, as against enemies of order, Your direction is more certain and clear than the constellation; Clearing up relative positions creates reality, Star to star is boundless, transparent and powerful; I surge up like a mountain range against the clear space, Surrendered to blue, trained again; You stand like a prayer: accepting nothing and denying nothing, A rounded independent whole, "I am the reality"; Gazing into the distance is like gazing into tragedy— Beautifully romantic, you're determined to dedicate yourself to miracles.

The city on a winter night is so empty that it loses its center of gravity, The streets stretch out like minions struggling to hold down the city gates; Marking points for long distances, the sound of guns bang bang, A conscience beating violently like a crime; Rumors come from everywhere, Like a girl from the countryside going to the city to attend a temple fair, Red and green in color, Show off without asking if you love me or not; It's really sad to say sad, What nightmares for dogs, what depressions for people, If you think too much, people will just stare blankly, Like a glass window on the third floor;

There is no comfort around the sky, It's been a while since we met; A dog and a Mao are like those in danger grabbing the air, A handful in the east and a handful in the west, but the more you grab, the thinner you get. Competing for time here is like competing for space, Smart people don't like to walk in a straight line; The two round city gates in the east and west are like brackets on the ground, Shameless, absurd and deceitful; At first, I felt that the pedestrians coming and going were all different, Like the hour clock on the wall of every house; Suddenly found that they were like clockwork, Wind up and live on tick-tock; The word-testing booth will determine my life for me, The cross is determined by the direction plus time; Sir, I am really moved by your innocence, Why didn't the testers measure their own destiny? The gesture of the shop assistant embraces the sea distance, "I just look at it", the scholar is calm; It's really strange to be very humble, After walking half a street, the few pennies are almost useless; I can't laugh or cry, I want to learn to lie by radio, But a liar has a liar's sorrow; Deep in the night, my heart sank, I no longer wanted to say anything, It's really lonely to hear the frogs in the pond cry in a trance. 1947