Sonnet 4
From the wind summer heat slides
And singing of cicada is die down
Suddenly a piece of cold explodes
What strikes me is the spreading brown
In the wind the heart is shivering
Not because the cold but being hurt
All my world now is quivering
Frosty no from the warm skirt
Season is no quicker than your word
Suddenly turned sharp cold
Our story is very like of a bird
Whose wings so difficult to hold
Sooner the field will be covered by winter snow
Sooner the memory will stir my missing grow
Rhyme of Shakespear Sonnet:
abab—cdcd—efef—gg
Metaphor of Flower
Stanza 1
Diligent am I a lovely bee
Whose sincerely heart you did not see
For my horrible sting you won’t pay me a glance
To beg your pleasure I have to study dance
Attracted by your attractive fragrance
Thousands of miles I cover is the distance
While still won’t you bestow love on me
Passionate I have but no key
Aa –bb—bb—aa
Stanza 2
Sooner frost will cover you the rose
And autumn wind will weigh down your nose
Sooner you will become very old
For blush is impossible to forever hold
Until death can not you tell the difference
Which nearly drive me out of the tolerance
To dirty your beauty is the flea
To sow your perfume is the bee
Aa—bb—cc—dd
Spring Dances Near
Spring dances near
Bring a lively view
Happiness born with the following year
Everything comes out is new
Voice of spring is not far away
For cloudy sky is clear
To god sincerely will I pray
For whom I give my best wishes to, my dear
2.Philosophical Thought Of Existencism and Human Life--For the Mind
Sonnet 1
When was the crescent reigned by a full moon
I’m afraid I know not
While it deserts me so soon
Indeed hurt me a lot
The full moon is rising, and hanging in sky
Looks like a plate of jade
Lilies under are too sad to cry
For wind is a symbol of going to fade
Slight fragrance is touching the air
As chrysanthemum just release its bud
The waxing moon is complete and fair
While lilies will be buried in the mud
The old are soaked by tears and dew
And life born on their bodies is new
Sonnet 3
The wind had already began his howl
While winter has not come yet
Motionless stands the fat owl
So does the spider corner his net
Cruel scissor the wind is indeed
Leaves all cut and dead on the ground
Autumn rain does his favor in need
Nothing left when mother tree looks around
Though spread all over are her seed
Mother tree still weeping for her dead leaves
Known that next year’s soil will they feed
Perhaps no more sighs now as she heaves
Don’t cry for the passed old
Passing present is not easy to hold
The Mirror
When take off the coat that money painted
When absent from the relationship that interests knitted
When unload the mask hypocrisy decorated
When the mirror tells your track that maturity carved
Someone see himself but not the mirror
while someone see nothing but the mirror
Back and Search
Suddenly bomb a small sound
Suddenly and small
Something seems drop on the ground
Something did drop in this late fall
I’m still walking on
But hesitation slows my steps down
I worry about whether I lost something
And know not whether should I take a searching
Then feeling of lost knock into my mind
With a way of usual kind
Finally I turned back and have a look
Feeling of lost g me like a hook
While the end is both pleasing and disappointing
The result is that nothing had I lost
Expect the feeling of I didn’t lost anything
That’s what a back and a search cost
3.Religious Poems--For the Suffered Saints
The Pilgrim in the Snowy Night
Heavy darkness completely cut the sight
How greedy he is so that everything wanted to be buried
A piece of dying light doesn't seem bright
How heavy the sadness is the pilgrim carried
Calling from God hears far away
But through mountains and rivers I can see
Wind's shouting can't shake the direction of my way
Then let the more violent storm strike me
People stay in the warm house watching and don't show a piece of pity
My foolish deed is the example of their joke
It seems that I should beg for their mercy
And to trade for the understanding I want to be the coke
What drives off their tears is the written poem
How harmonically it is for everyone who worries about nothing sits by the fire
They never knew how did the work written by the pilgrim
They never knew how heavy the poet bear
Bloody cross
--Inspired by Passionate of Christ
Bloody of the flamboyant of sunset
Bloody of the dusky peak
Bloody of the giant cross
Bloody of the track in front and back
Cross the bigger ride on you the smaller
Cross the stronger ride on you the weaker
Saliva and curse from different mouth
Can’t dirty and frighten you
As the whipping
Can’t the hurt and harm you
Ah, my lord
Angel you are but nobody respects
Prophet you are but no one believes
But what your suffered is all witted by Father
And every bloody track drive you nearer to the Heaven
“Since you are son of god ,why can’t you help yourself?”
Laughter broke out from their ignorant
But you still smile in return and beg mercy for them
Hatred kills your life
But your love kills hatred
They beat you to death
But you bless them in return
No groaning from mouth
As well as no complaint from your heart
Tears driven by seeing what you suffered
While smile on your face for forgive all with love
Return of Angel
My last struggle finally got its praise
The magnificent scene of which always appears in my dream
Slowly opening is the door of paradise
No more disaster would I suffer terminates the scream
All scenes floated in my memories are so clear
All fearing I suffered in the darkness still causing great pain so near
Now all shining light ends the long night
And all the horrors exposed in the sunrise
I have a shower in the holy shine
And all the dusts and scars fall off
All crime I convicted is melting under the sunshine
And my soul is reborn with the new wings
In the shower whose sacred light I bear is the god
In the shower whom I had an embrace with is the lord
My destination is reaching after series of sublime cry
My home is not dusty earth but the pure sky
God’s will at the pilgrim find that
The will the same with him
The heaven is clearer, glimmer and purer
The lonely wanderer finally become the respected angel in the praising
All the difficulties I overcome in the darkness now
Is dissolve in the sunrise
While I still weep for my long time suffering
The loaded dream is off and
And the dream has become true
The lost angel finally back to his paradise
The magnificent return covered the tearful past
With his exciting tears the Angel washed him dreadful dust
Escape from unwilling remembrance he shakes off his heavy past
His heart never ruined by the heavy thick dust
A forever Angel shakes off his heavy story
Forever pure, bright and sincere
His paces of return is so fast
How beautiful the halo is that his shinning wings cast
Spirits of the Dark Night
Spirits of the dark night dancing in the sky
A vague view appears in the silent eye
Everyone’s shouting and laughing
While only me stay in my corner lone, and cry
Spirits of the dark night shivering in the starlight
So do the dreams of future in the moonlight
So do the faded flowers in sensitive eyes
So do the beautiful tears filling in lonely eyes
Tears cannot wash out the shadowy past
And sensitivity lost the battle against cruelty at last
Angels with wings have no much sorrow to carry
Eger to return to them, my heart will never rust
I don’t know whether it is the dark guilty night blurs my sight
Or my eyes blur the guilty night
Only can I hear is the pace of spreading silence
Only can I see is the scream of rising indifference
Frost freezes the helpless flower
Covered and control, a fitting shroud
My emotion suffered too, of its power
Drive out all my proud
Highly standing are the stars insecure
With their fate not sure
Dizzy height bestow them of sublime
And degeneration seems as an unbearable crime
Eyes of spirits winking as the stars
Glimmering a whole night of heaven’s stinging scars
Look up the sky I bear the same anguish
Whose eyes are winking I can not distinguish
Glance from heaven grows dimmer on me
Here I am, while can not they see
Well, with a farewell I end the fierce fight
Nothing can I do but back to my cold night
Summer Stars—The Sleepless Scars
----To Vincent Van Gogh
Hair of cypresses sticks into heart of the cloud
Spire is touching deep of the sky
Gethering all heat and brightness
Starry sky is sparkling in the summer night
Scatter all over the darkness are the burning stars
Rolling and roaming far-away in the sky
Keep all their eyes shut
Silent houses had fall asleep under the summer night
While still fighting in vain is the sleepless soul
Now a fierce struggle in eyes of the sky
No one knows whether summer night was painted by the soul
Or the soul painted by the summer night
Spiritual flood striking cell of sense
Then all the world was distorted and revolving as the sky
How brave the flame is of the burning stars
Give birth to eternity of the summer night
No one knows the restless and suffered soul
Whose sorrow and burden simultaneously grow
The eyes couldn’t topple are the isolated stars
Glimmering and burning are the dark night scars
Light the Dawn
--Inspired by Lord Of The Rings
Highly stand you at the top of the mountain
Surveying the starry sky of hometown far away
May be you could have fall in sleep now
But the duty on your shoulder makes you forget the tired
How sad the eyes in the darkness
And the undiscribed pain floated little by little
Who will hold your hand
Go along with you even the future is unknown
God won’t leave you
And your weak heart will go longer feel lonely
Stars will round you
Even comes the dark clouds and the heavily snow
Gently breeze whispered
Take your missing to the friends in the hometown
Received the regards from there
The voice of storm is not so terrific
Stars glaring your journey
The earth welcomes you with her broad chest
You buried your own happiness
In order to light the dying candle of the mankind
You get on the way far from home
You get on the way full of danger
You never be hesitated although the road is rough
You never afraid of the great length of return journey although back may become
A dream that will never come true
But your faith will lead your direction to go ahead
And your heart will never lost in puzzle
Only you
Fighting with the difficulties
Debate the challenges with your wisdom
With the weak shoulder you carried the heaviest duty
The duty to save the world
Your beautiful wish is to built a bridge
Between the painful reality and the wonderful paradise
The songs from your heart heard happily
Your faith will lead you sailing to the dawn
Lofty mountains murmured under your feet
And the fate leads you to the highest height you ever touch
Difficulties, sadness, loneness and the lure
Everything you conquered as they are just weeds
You’ll surely go ahead
For the old men in the ruins calls for your determination
For the women and children crying for their helpless calls for your hope
You’ll sure go ahead
Although the road full of horrible storm and heavily blow
But the colorful clouds will make up your destination
And every waiting for your return to crown you
Every bloody track will blossom flower after enter the heaven
The thing hidden in the frightened shaking every time is a beautiful
Forget the under feet thorn and
Stare at the starry sky upon to go ahead
The running river will guide your way
And the flower in the shadow of the trees’ will mark your road
Carry on with the friendship, sincerity and trust
What goes away is the passed sadness
The wonderful world you’ll see in dawn is created by yourself
4 Scenery Poems--For Mother Nature
Voice of nature
--Language of the wind
Autumn
Cruel the executioner be
Kill all the plants in a single night
Lord of the land is he
Nothing left in an empty sight
Winter
Quietly he freezes the dead lake
I don’t know the deed been done for whose sake
For himself also trying to escape from the sharp cold
And people’s body are his best choice so old
Spring
Gently she wakes up the childish seeds
And dances to birds’ song and blossom laughter
Ducks are the first who know her came through the reeds
They play with her in the warm water
Summer
She moves the cloud hither and thither in the sky
And the birds are enjoy their free fly
A good cleaner I think she is indeed
And for the birds up and down must carrying the water in need
A language of Nature
Language of the wind is the voice of the season
Only master It can we read the heart of our mother nature
Ignore it means the treason
And we’ll degenerate to the worst creature
Poems With a A-B-A-B Jumping Rhyme
Snow sky
Masses of clouds covered the sky
And the snow flowers come out and cry
I drown in sadness
Through I don’t know why
Why my mind still follows the snow
Shake and fly
Lonely stands the weak light
The road disappears in the heavy night
My heart flies or sinks, anywhere
And the heavy snow stops me in a narrow sight
How heavy the winds blow
A falsely crying for the poor snow
And the passengers with the heavy sadness
Walks so hard, so determined, and so slow
The first snow
Snow flower come out in the wind
Drawing an active picture
So many of you
Fall into the quiet ground quickly
Have a new but, cold life silently at once
The snow-covered trees stand in the wind
So as to cure the lonely road
Although itself need to be cure of
The road should be reaching the mountain far away
But was stopped by the heavy fog
The road has no right to hate the fog
And it only know s to cry for itself fail
But who tell it, even more, who knows
The fog prevent the road from the happiness of reach the mountain
Or the disappointment after seeing the sadness of the mountain
If should to hate the fog, or thanks to its save?
Not only didn’t I find the joy I lost
But also I lost my founding hope
Coldness has no sound but covered the sky
Who could hear my crying while I walk lonely in the night
The tears run out for nothing to depend
But the cold comes unlimitedly from my unlimited sadness
The new year is nearly to come
But my sadness increases while other feels so happy
Light in the room brightly
While only me search for the thing in the snowy night
The thing I found wad not existing
So what I got was more sadness
My thought was sunk in the picture
And I can’t divided the edge of the sky
I don’t know weather the snow falls into my eyes
Or my tears mixed my sight
Wander In The Night
I really can’t clean my heavy feeling since
The plaintive music can’t get through the frozen scenery
Unknown lost painted the lonely star hung high in the sky
Night in reality didn’t have snowflake’s falling as in fantasy
Wind whistles
Even bleeding can’t wake up the steel heart
Time of river follow the track of the scar
Running all the time
Yes, who knows ,where it will disturb or run to
In the course of forgetting please don’t forget to watch
How does the cruel reality bury the sincere sentiment
Voice in the Wind
At the top of the hill
Dead grass is shaking in the wind
The dream was waked up
And crying in silence
It seems that
I had ever touched the narrow road
But memory was covered
By the fallen leaves through the ground
I don’t know
Whether my folded memory
Unfolded in this dream
Or my folded dream
Unfolded in my memory
The wind do not understand the sad crying
Other’s sorrow, it cares not
Only like it ask:
Where were your wings of the old days?
Where did you lost them?
Where? I want to ask it too
You, the roamer go through all over the world
Could you tell me where they are?
My heart had fall into pieces
And I’m crying to find them
Sky-Sad
Sky of light color seems thinking about nothing
And the magnificent colorful clouds drive away all the brilliant
Pieces of clouds floating slowly and powerless
Who paints them at will I think I know not
View of the sky looks like clear soup
Not a complete failure to be called but indeed a spoil one
Dark color invades and spreads
So a cold feeling strike my heart suddenly
And a great pain caused
I feel so sad for others seems so happy
Feet of my youth haven’t touch the stage yet
The wonderful program had already come to an end
The cruel reality buried my lively sentiment
Even worse I have to pay for its deed
Finally I want to have a look at the hope in front so far away
But masses of shrank insects dirtied the clarity window
The Crescent
The crescent looks like a little boat
A little boat which takes me to my hometown
My hometown now is in spring
In spring’s warm night, flowers are coming out
Coming out and waving in spring
In spring’s sleepy sight , awake stood my hometown
My hometown’s waiting for a little boat
A little boat delivering my missing now, is the crescent
Chinese Classical Poem of a circular rhyme
A—B
B—C
C—D
D—E
E—D
D—C
C—B
B—A
The Green Wind
----Flower in the Wind
Green wind kiss faces of the leaves
And raindrops knock the doors of the buds
While buds’ faces flushed with shy
And leaves wave their hands showing their kind
The End of August
Your passion passes away with the verdant planting of summer
But the running stream can’t take away the heavy love
Levels of fell leaves covered the ground
In which I search for the golden missing
The emaciated face looks more sadly than the bloody sun’s
And my misty eyes can’t see clearly both of yours
The mountain seems farther than ever before
Memory suddenly caught me with the help of fog
Autumn rain is cleaning the moaning leaves lied quietly
And the morning changed crying in the time I don’t know when
The handkerchief made of cloud can’t dry my misty eyes
The last drop of tears fall from the top of the flower
Calling from God hears far away
But through mountains and rivers I can see
Wind's shouting can't shake the direction of my way
Then let the more violent storm strike me
People stay in the warm house watching and don't show a piece of pity
My foolish deed is the example of their joke
It seems that I should beg for their mercy
And to trade for the understanding I want to be the coke
What drives off their tears is the written poem
How harmonically it is for everyone who worries about nothing sits by the fire
They never knew how did the work written by the pilgrim
They never knew how heavy the poet bear
Bloody cross
--Inspired by Passionate of Christ
Bloody of the flamboyant of sunset
Bloody of the dusky peak
Bloody of the giant cross
Bloody of the track in front and back
Cross the bigger ride on you the smaller
Cross the stronger ride on you the weaker
Saliva and curse from different mouth
Can’t dirty and frighten you
As the whipping
Can’t the hurt and harm you
Ah, my lord
Angel you are but nobody respects
Prophet you are but no one believes
But what your suffered is all witted by Father
And every bloody track drive you nearer to the Heaven
“Since you are son of god ,why can’t you help yourself?”
Laughter broke out from their ignorant
But you still smile in return and beg mercy for them
Hatred kills your life
But your love kills hatred
They beat you to death
But you bless them in return
No groaning from mouth
As well as no complaint from your heart
Tears driven by seeing what you suffered
While smile on your face for forgive all with love
Return of Angel
My last struggle finally got its praise
The magnificent scene of which always appears in my dream
Slowly opening is the door of paradise
No more disaster would I suffer terminates the scream
All scenes floated in my memories are so clear
All fearing I suffered in the darkness still causing great pain so near
Now all shining light ends the long night
And all the horrors exposed in the sunrise
I have a shower in the holy shine
And all the dusts and scars fall off
All crime I convicted is melting under the sunshine
And my soul is reborn with the new wings
In the shower whose sacred light I bear is the god
In the shower whom I had an embrace with is the lord
My destination is reaching after series of sublime cry
My home is not dusty earth but the pure sky
God’s will at the pilgrim find that
The will the same with him
The heaven is clearer, glimmer and purer
The lonely wanderer finally become the respected angel in the praising
All the difficulties I overcome in the darkness now
Is dissolve in the sunrise
While I still weep for my long time suffering
The loaded dream is off and
And the dream has become true
The lost angel finally back to his paradise
The magnificent return covered the tearful past
With his exciting tears the Angel washed him dreadful dust
Escape from unwilling remembrance he shakes off his heavy past
His heart never ruined by the heavy thick dust
A forever Angel shakes off his heavy story
Forever pure, bright and sincere
His paces of return is so fast
How beautiful the halo is that his shinning wings cast
Spirits of the Dark Night
Spirits of the dark night dancing in the sky
A vague view appears in the silent eye
Everyone’s shouting and laughing
While only me stay in my corner lone, and cry
Spirits of the dark night shivering in the starlight
So do the dreams of future in the moonlight
So do the faded flowers in sensitive eyes
So do the beautiful tears filling in lonely eyes
Tears cannot wash out the shadowy past
And sensitivity lost the battle against cruelty at last
Angels with wings have no much sorrow to carry
Eger to return to them, my heart will never rust
I don’t know whether it is the dark guilty night blurs my sight
Or my eyes blur the guilty night
Only can I hear is the pace of spreading silence
Only can I see is the scream of rising indifference
Frost freezes the helpless flower
Covered and control, a fitting shroud
My emotion suffered too, of its power
Drive out all my proud
Highly standing are the stars insecure
With their fate not sure
Dizzy height bestow them of sublime
And degeneration seems as an unbearable crime
Eyes of spirits winking as the stars
Glimmering a whole night of heaven’s stinging scars
Look up the sky I bear the same anguish
Whose eyes are winking I can not distinguish
Glance from heaven grows dimmer on me
Here I am, while can not they see
Well, with a farewell I end the fierce fight
Nothing can I do but back to my cold night
Summer Stars—The Sleepless Scars
----To Vincent Van Gogh
Hair of cypresses sticks into heart of the cloud
Spire is touching deep of the sky
Gethering all heat and brightness
Starry sky is sparkling in the summer night
Scatter all over the darkness are the burning stars
Rolling and roaming far-away in the sky
Keep all their eyes shut
Silent houses had fall asleep under the summer night
While still fighting in vain is the sleepless soul
Now a fierce struggle in eyes of the sky
No one knows whether summer night was painted by the soul
Or the soul painted by the summer night
Spiritual flood striking cell of sense
Then all the world was distorted and revolving as the sky
How brave the flame is of the burning stars
Give birth to eternity of the summer night
No one knows the restless and suffered soul
Whose sorrow and burden simultaneously grow
The eyes couldn’t topple are the isolated stars
Glimmering and burning are the dark night scars
Light the Dawn
--Inspired by Lord Of The Rings
Highly stand you at the top of the mountain
Surveying the starry sky of hometown far away
May be you could have fall in sleep now
But the duty on your shoulder makes you forget the tired
How sad the eyes in the darkness
And the undiscribed pain floated little by little
Who will hold your hand
Go along with you even the future is unknown
God won’t leave you
And your weak heart will go longer feel lonely
Stars will round you
Even comes the dark clouds and the heavily snow
Gently breeze whispered
Take your missing to the friends in the hometown
Received the regards from there
The voice of storm is not so terrific
Stars glaring your journey
The earth welcomes you with her broad chest
You buried your own happiness
In order to light the dying candle of the mankind
You get on the way far from home
You get on the way full of danger
You never be hesitated although the road is rough
You never afraid of the great length of return journey although back may become
A dream that will never come true
But your faith will lead your direction to go ahead
And your heart will never lost in puzzle
Only you
Fighting with the difficulties
Debate the challenges with your wisdom
With the weak shoulder you carried the heaviest duty
The duty to save the world
Your beautiful wish is to built a bridge
Between the painful reality and the wonderful paradise
The songs from your heart heard happily
Your faith will lead you sailing to the dawn
Lofty mountains murmured under your feet
And the fate leads you to the highest height you ever touch
Difficulties, sadness, loneness and the lure
Everything you conquered as they are just weeds
You’ll surely go ahead
For the old men in the ruins calls for your determination
For the women and children crying for their helpless calls for your hope
You’ll sure go ahead
Although the road full of horrible storm and heavily blow
But the colorful clouds will make up your destination
And every waiting for your return to crown you
Every bloody track will blossom flower after enter the heaven
The thing hidden in the frightened shaking every time is a beautiful
Forget the under feet thorn and
Stare at the starry sky upon to go ahead
The running river will guide your way
And the flower in the shadow of the trees’ will mark your road
Carry on with the friendship, sincerity and trust
What goes away is the passed sadness
The wonderful world you’ll see in dawn is created by yourself
5.Recalling Return of Humanism--For Mordern Society
A Doll
--A Worker of the Coal Mine
Dedicate to all the people who suffered
The things do harm to his physical
Is the coal powders which fly hither and thither
They take his lung for their home
And can’t help rushing there to settle down
The thing govern his mind
s his motto
“ Working is the most glorious in the world ”
Responlity planted deeply in his heart is the arch-criminal kill him little
By little
The leaders shout aloud
“ Hey, comrades, working hard the whole life to server people ,and
you won’t feel ashame for your hehavior !”
But except the workers , who also reflect on himself for his deed
Who indeed should feel ashame for his propagated words
For their variance words and deeds
Worker’s vertebra bend to the leaders with the passing days
In which the suns and lights he can’t see
Little by little
The upright boy can’t make his back upright
He had already don’t know what the tired is
Because he is so tired
The only thing he know is his motto
The physical pain can’t press the complain
At the end ,he reach his destination
With the result of sacrifice himself for sake of the “people”
The useless fame is the only pay for all the distater he suffered
“ He is too young so he could have work for ‘peole’ for a long time
Server us and pay for our dinner and all our costs ”
That’s why the leaders feel a pity
That’s the best judement and consolation for his selfless devotion
Only the board-minded leaders didn't feel heartbreak at all
For the adccident happened in the coal mine
They walked out the shadow of the set-back so quickly
And continue to find the best consolation in the winecup
They still waiting somebody with comepletely patience at the dinner
table
Who will he be can't it be the worker
How can it be
How does his rank highly enough to allow him come here
And have the right to bring his intelligence and wisdom into play
With my full respect to show the complientment to coal mine workers and all the labours, and also the people who has the same compassionate to the people who suffered.
This poem base compassinate to the peole suffered,espeially to the coal mine workers. My father is one of them ,and I had seen how difficult their working environment are and how do the leaders behave by my own sight. This poem show my anger how the human rights being damage under a mind of “Worker’s Political Power” being called,and I could do nothing for it . I feel sad and helpless. The workers even don't notice that because the govern of mind .That’s the biggest sadness that make people don’t have their mind just like slave.And that mind even propagated as the best mind in the world . It’s indeed good for the governors to control fool people working for them easily. I can’t do nothing now but show my passion in my poem .It’s my wealth that made me feel pround.
Feeling Injured
---Under the Shadow of Power
Wind from the darkness is silent
There’s nothing but passion and sad
Fierce my heart
Sensitive words was injured by the heavy mind
Who streaming from the wound is not the dead blood
But the lively hope
Passion is the flame burning in the ice
But in reality dream can not wonder
In the place where it was born
Mind, the weak in shivering is still dreaming
How can he enter his paradise from reality the hell
Black Silence
Go to washing tonight
I come across a student I recognize
While this remove me from peaceful delight
Usual for joke I could find something to criticize
While this time I know not what to say
I drag my lips as a smile, indeed a small size
Finally it comes to a bay
Find a topic to share I had already cannot
Just stare at the dim ray
Sighs in deep of my heart heaves a lot
Stocks too hard to be soaked, like the rocks
Things be washed is not only clothes I got
The silence I fall into feel like locks
And it is as black as my stocks
Aba—bcb—cdc—efe--ff
6.Translation of A Chinese Ancinet Poem
A English Poem Translate From A Chinese Classical Poem
Silver Missing in the Moonlight
The moon seems born from the sea
Rising, and hung in the sky
A silver shadow cast on both you and me
While the lovely night is neither yours nor mine
Stand on two edges of the horizon
At the same time of the same night
Both of us draw in missing under the moon
Missing in vain in a misty sight
Distance give birth to the silver missing
And silver missing give birth to a sleepless night
Silver night painted the distant missing
And sleepless missing takes up my mind for a whole night
The moon is bright enough to give a sight
So I stop the burning of the candle light
The autumn is cold enough to give a shiver
So I pick up a coat, which covered with silver
With bright moonlight full of my hand
I’m so eager to give
But reality is not a wonderland
And the moon light is about to leave
Heave a sigh, and expecting back to my dream
Perhaps only in this way can I give them to you
When the moon take back her last piece of beam
The missing soaked by autumn dew
7.Tears of Innocent
--on Black Fairy Tales
Tears of Innocent
--on Black Fairy Tales
Children the seeds are. It is the stories that plough their early mind, and give them dawn of sensitive.
Innocent the children are. Their smiles from their hearts are pure, and their tears from their eyes are sincere. It is the story that light them and make up the basic on which their future character to base.
I suppose that no one doesn’t miss the period when we laying in bed, listening to mothers’ lively and attractive story which not only hold our nerves, but also wake up our early wildness, and then desire for search of love, longing for knowledge, pity for the suffered and passionate for literature come.
Now back to the key. On Fairy Tales, personally I would like to separate them into two kind, two opposite kind the golden, and the black.
Golden, symbol of sunshine, the bright, give everything warm, give courage to human. This kind of Fairy Tales seldom set cruel adversities and terrific setbacks for our characters in it, and, with a happy ending.
We’ll get a wonderful smile from our heart. Once our princess crying, or the little animals weeping, fairy thing appears and, then aids given. It is a circle but children like it .There always magic help out of difficulty when our characters feel sad. Finally princess meets her dreaming prince and they get married and, the little lost animal get back home. These stories never give deep sadness, crying is the most cruel punish to our girls and then quickly she will get help. They give children happy smile and early optimism. Magic will always help the good plant deep of their mind made them fantastic and optimistic. The majority of the Fairy Tales are of this kind. Instances are countless, such as The Ugly Little Duck, Snow White, Cinderella, Frog Province and so on. But golden Fairy Tales is not what I want to talk about but Black Fairy Tales is. I give it that name .Yes, you may ignore them for indeed they are in a very small proportion. They give you neither smile nor feelings. Instead, they trying to bring sad and tears, but more passion. They just a black and gloomy tragedy.
Give it that name, I get inspire from Black Humor. Black means despair, gloomy, dark, terror, cruel and painstaking. Face all these, people laugh at themselves with their indifferent songs, and make a distance from the reality, in order to protect the suffered dignity from ruined. It shows how ridiculous the world is, and degeneration of human beings and, how sad the self-struggle in vain is when the ideal principal fails.
That is what Black Fairy Tales also want to express in some extent the suffering and painstaking of the little and weak.
This is the original source where Black comes from. Now I want to take some examples of that kind of Fairy Tales ,and show my views of it. I explore this kind of it ,and myself get one .This just could used as a sample to explain my view of it.
You must have read these Fairy Tales Nightingale And the Red Rose, The Little Mermaid ,the Happy Prince and The Little Match Girl. They are typically Black Fairy Tales .They drive our tears, and touch our heart.
Reading them with our heart, our mind ,we will never say that the Fairy Tales are fantastic or, childish. As they are as real as the adult novel, and indeed a touched tragedy. And from reckoning in the Fairy Tales, we will sure dreaming of a better place-a paradise for our children heart pure mind without even a piece of dust to live in. Calling for kind ,sincerity and sympathy. This is what Black Fairy Tales gives reckoning for love and sincerity and built a paradise for pure mind with the innocent tears driven by.
Now I’d like to explain and carry my theory with my own poem, and fairy tales.
Mid night dancing
No one take care of the faded bud
But the passing passion still garrisoned by the rusted mail
The homeless ghosts began to take a walk
And the dead doll dances slowly
But beautiful, with slight smile but heavy step
Season of the flower now expelled by a simple
But mysterious spell
Is it the black spider at the corner buries all
And plaiting net of memory, the thick dusty past
Now, who is watching far away eager to join
And, who lays in the tomb eager a hopeless rescue
Heave a deep sigh, for the wind is crying
Heave a deep sigh, for the rainy tears
Heave a deep sigh, for the mountainous tragedy
Heave a deep sigh, for the tomb that night put himself in
No matter
No mater how happy your dances are
Never can you escape from your destine
For murmured song to which you dance is so sad
And a forever prisoner had foredained
Mid night dancing
A doll, old, dirty and broken, is deserted by her master .But she become a man in the mid of the night with the help of the witch, who also could change a man into a doll with her evil power.
The girl, the original master of the doll goes wrong, under the virtual prosperity. The castle, also deserted, giving off significant lights and attractive music is under control of the witch.
Finally, the girl discovers the secret what the witch do to make a man to a doll. But bad luck also follows. No longer dare she enjoy the midnight dancing .She want to escape but there??s nothing she could do.
The kind doll forgive what the girl done with her, and manage to prevent the girl from become a doll –like she used to be-the forever prisoner. But herself become gray ashes in the great flame, together with her life giver the evil witch .Nothing left but the red hairpin, bloody red which the girl gives to her so many years ago.
It is a metaphor that shows how selfless parents are to try their best protecting their children from all harm, even they were deserted by their children when they are in an old age. A society is the witch, she lures the children but parents always rescue them by self sacrifice. Also in this fairytales I show ancient culture and modern culture, saints and mortals and others complex relationships. It is a multisided diamond so you can see different beautiful from different side.
8.Language of My Mood--For My Silent Sorrowful Life
Anger and shrivel
Hatred and rage in heart is gathering
But even an explosion is useless to touch
The reality in silence was frozen
And the world is dead and no response
Day after day
Night after night
Wake up and fall asleep
And so on, and so on
The rage got vanished
While vague conscience remained
Feeling feels likes the foam
But too heavy to fly
The whole thing happened
As mermaid’s grandma’s words of the opposite direction
Who vanished is the foam of rage
And despair born as a new life
Poems Of A Chinese Student
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glad you posted. I'm sure you will find many fellow poets (or non-poets such as myself 
) here who will read your work and give you some great feedback!
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