outland poetry
anthology
诗选
Qiuteqiefu
Silence
Silence it, hide your feelings,
So deep and hide your dreams!
Let their soul
Danran rise, but also touched down,
Silent as the night sky constellations.
They watch it, caressing, and silence.
How mind another heart say?
How can your mind so that others know?
Once thought to say is lies,
Who understand the true meaning of what your life?
Spoil it springs, springs become turbid, -
Myself Drink, swig, and silence.
As long as you live in their own being,
There is a big big in Your heart,
The mysterious realm of magic full of them.
Do not let the noise of the outside world it breaketh,
Do not let it drown the light of day -
Listen to its songs, listen. And silence.
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Hippocampus
Hippocampus hippocampus Yeah. Mercedes-Benz kept,
Dressed in white and green of the horse's mane;
While you gently tame,
Then another naughty indulgence.
A broad pasture of God,
Violent tornadoes is your food,
God was trained in dance love you love pop,
Gallop, free-spirited.
Ji Ben flying I love you, -
Showing disdain for all your power
Scattered with long and thick mane hair,
Body sweating and steam,
Severe impact to the coast, into the force.
Burst out soon Changsi joy
Coast hooves kicking was roaring,
Then - droplets scattered into the day! ... ...
(White fly translation)
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Autumn Twilight
Please Langming raise the net in the autumn of
There is a mysterious beauty moving ... ...
Woods is a gorgeous ominous,
Autumn leaves in a little crimson whisper;
Tranquil blue sky, gently mist,
Lonely desolation hanging over the ground,
Sometimes there is a sudden burst of cold,
Like a premonition of the storm will be temporary.
A withered tired, all things fade,
Submissive smile enveloped everything -
In the rational creature, which is called
When the suffering of the noble face of shyness.
(White fly translation)
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Night wind ah, why do you cry?
Night wind ah, why do you cry?
Why do hate to scream?
Strange sounds, what you intended -
Sometimes whispers and sometimes shouts and?
You understand the language of my heart
Tell incomprehensible pain,
Also dug up and off from
Notes are always such crazy! ... ...
Ah, do not sing that terrible song
Do not sing the opacity of the Pacific World!
You see the world the night of the soul
They are greedy to listen to the story of the beloved!
It is eager to out of mortal mind,
It aspires to import their own endless! ... ...
Do not wake those sleeping in the storm it, -
Their feet, turbidity in shaking! ... ...
(White fly translation)
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The shadow of the shadow of convergence of the schungite
Convergence of the schungite shadow shadow
Color has been dark, the sound has been a dream,
All of life and movement into
Dim dim. The distant hum ... ...
Only to hear that the moths are not visible
Qingwu pink wings, roaming the night sky ... ...
Ah! Unspeakable melancholy hour!
Everything in my, I have in all things ... ...
Twilight, ah, sleepy and quiet,
Please quietly flowing into my heart.
So quiet, lazy, fragrant aroma
Injected together, leaving the mind calm.
With "forgotten self" in pitch darkness
The emotion filled until overflowing!
I tasted it the taste of extinction,
And the sleepy world into one.
(White fly translation)
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Day and Night
In accordance with the intention of the most holy gods,
With a curtain of gold thread woven
Cover the mysterious soul world.
Covering the lower bound of the abyss of the unknown.
Day, it is that the cover Guanghua,
Day, is the world's active beings,
It is the people and the Friends of the gods,
It is the pain of the soul of the drug.
Dying day, night light down,
She was doomed from the world,
The curtain opened a divine,
Tear it all, cast aside.
So bare in front of us into the abyss,
Full of horror, dark and smoke,
It is actually between us and there is no masking, -
This is the reason people are afraid the night.
(White fly translation)
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I've seen a pair of eyes
I've seen a pair of eyes - ah, that eye
How I love it dark and the light!
It shows a warm and charming night.
That is no longer break the hearts of fans.
A glimpse of the mysterious, ah, the entire land
Presents the life of her bottomless deep
That one Roubo tell to the people
How sad. How affectionate!
In that the shadow of the thick eyelashes,
Every glance is saturated deep sorrow,
It was like a gentle feeling of happiness,
Like a painful destiny. Endless round.
Ah, every time I met her gaze,
My heart is in that strange moment
Can not be without deep emotion: at her,
I will be tempting to drop tears.
(Zha Liang Zheng translation)
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In the early autumn days
In the early autumn days,
There is a brief and miraculous time, -
Paragraph as the crystal clear day,
Twilight is brilliant ... ...
Sickle had just enthusiastic, millet sprays lying,
Now Jimu Siwang a Kongkuo,
Have that slender throat spider silk
Furrows in the free flash on.
More open air, as birds have been extinct
But the sense of snow has not yet approaching the threat of
Only a warm blue pure
To the rest of the field is being poured ... ...
(White fly translation)
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What a depressing night sky
How depressed the night sky,
Shadow besieged on all sides, dense fog, thick clouds.
This is neither a threat nor a thought.
This is a heavy disturbing dream.
Lightning sparks lit the horizon only
The next day he, this should he replied,
A group of deaf and dumb like a demon
Silent ongoing dialogue.
May be due to a sign,
All of a sudden the sky burning bright corner
Then suddenly appeared from the darkness
Fields and distant forests of relief.
Then they sink into the darkness of all
All reverted to the sensitive quiet.
As if there - one in heaven
Are some mysterious things decision.
(White fly translation)
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