Chapter 1 Selected Poems of Tang Shi
——"Interlaced" No. 12
I am not lost in the morning wind
The freshness of the style
my joy is an abyss
a scene
The reed flute cannot make its sound
Spring cannot bloom its colors
It comes from the heart of a tender maiden
Bigger flicker, more condensation
it's a colorful shell
On the beach there is the cultivation of its life
The call of the sun and the moon, the softness of the water lines
So the pearl shines dazzling brilliance
There is a new voice in the silence
rising curlingly, like wind and smoke from distant mountains
Turn the eternal silence of the great thousand into the crimson of the thousands of trees
The mountains are prostrating, thousands of peaks are leaping
The sound of Ding Ding in the deep valley suddenly stopped
The lumberjack returns quietly
time constraints
disappear in a flash of light
all the streets, turn to the dawn
All windows open to the day
sound up again
arms raised and raised
cover your ears in the dark
Sentence someone, right behind his back
Time blows the trumpet of judgment
Snake's arms are imprinted
The curse of death, tattooed man covered with shame
Pulling up the plow, the dark dusk in Huainan
The train turned over
Where is the weeping sound of the sheng pipe?
I stand here, here is mine
sentry post, a picture in the halo of fog
Eternal picture, the magnificent river
Flowing to the south, the bloody red of the ferry
Sunshine, tree shadows, sword-backed
Avengers stand up, oars
picked up the silent flowers
1948