Modern Poetry
north
北方
Ai Qing
Keer on the prairie poet Qin
Said to me:
"The North is sad."
Yes,
North is sad.
Blowing in from beyond the Great Wall
Desert wind,
Volume to have
North of the green life
And the time of the brilliant,
- A dull sallow,
Do nothing to cast a fog of sand;
Ji Ben day side and to the roar,
Brought terror
Crazy
Sweep over the earth
Desert wilderness
Freezing cold wind in October;
Village Yeah,
City Yeah,
Slopes ah,
River ah,
Piles of rubbish and neglected cemetery ah,
Are covered with earth tones of blue ... ...
Lonely pedestrians,
Overlooking the front upper body
Hands over her cheek,
In the sand
Suffering breathing,
Step by step
Struggling to move forward ... ...
Few ass
- That have sad eyes
And fatigue of the ear of the animal,
Borne more land
The weight of pain,
They are weary of the pace,
Bradycardia to tread
The North
Slender but lonely road ... ...
That river always already withered
River has been painted over the car removed,
North of the land and the people
In the Aches
That nourish the natural flow of life ah!
Dead trees
And low housing
Sparsely
Gloomily
Spread
Under the dark sky;
Heaven,
Can not see the sun,
Battalion of the geese that form only
Huangluan the wild geese,
Hit the black wings,
Call out their anxiety and grief,
Escape from this desolate region,
Fled to
Shade Bitian south to the ... ...
North is sad;
The thousands of miles of the Yellow River
Raging waves of the turbid,
To the majority of the North
Pour the disaster and misfortune;
The age of the weathered,
Bears
The majority of the north
Poverty and hunger ah.
I
- The tourists from the south,
North has love for this sad ah.
He could feel the wind
Air-conditioning and Such is Life,
I never had to curse;
I love this land of sorrow,
An expanse of desert,
Also caught my respect:
- I see
Our ancestors
To lead the flock,
Jia whistle blowing,
Immersed in the desert of the evening ... ...
We are marching in
Old
Loess layer of soft,
Buried the bones of our ancestors, ah,
- This land is their land reclamation,
For thousands of years
They were here
And to bring their fight to combat the natural phase,
To defend their land
Humiliation never once, *
They died
The land left to us -
I love this land of sorrow,
It's large and thin barren land,
Simple words brought us to
And the wide stance,
I believe: that words and gestures
Strong to live in the land,
Never perish;
I love this land of sorrow
The ancient land of ah,
This land brought up
I love it for the
The world's most difficult
With the most ancient race.
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