Modern Poetry
Seven
七日
Chen Zhongkun
(A)
The first day is a beautiful angel you are kind of goddess
I am a calm lake wave my heart you are the Yang Qi of the Netherlands
Venus the goddess of love to shoot an arrow through my chest pierced my soul
Since then, the soul from the shell of that burden without fear dread Stanford
I turned into the wind into the endless rain into the light of the moon, the goddess of light
You may like the misty moonlight as ambiguous as I dissolved
I love you have to take you into the West fly into the sky clouds cloud Zheng
A dainty butterfly dancing among the flowers
If you are a rose I am the thorn on the stem
With all my soul with my life for you with my build a solid wall
In the inside of your care will not allow anyone to touch you
The first day I die, my love starts to burn
Raging fire from burning into the night you are no longer afraid
(B)
The second day you are God-shaped moon, horse, horseback God of flowers in full bloom
Century alone the birth of a great poet would be an eternal poem
An eternal love poems is about to start coming to an end
Goddess of the Moon Shine your light from this charming too busy to free you from
You like drifting clouds hold water and soil do not want to hold one piece of the sky
My faith solidified into a drop of water attached to the back of your cloud
Faith is dead I will follow you anywhere in any direction, drifting
My pride like waterfalls, gentle enough, filled with passion
Repressed into the boundless desert, I will use the Gobi desert
Keep your city in a vast
My love is like the light of the moon goddess of the light scattered in the desert around you into stone
The land will become desert ruins coming
If you are a rose I am the thorn on the stem
I will be a piece of gravel in the rain for you to grow a sun
(C)
Love is the third day of the ancient Greek myth, is the south for the Magpies
I am an eternal life-poem I will compose for you all
Lone Star Love purple orchids into the withering loneliness into love notes
Call ant summer cicadas screaming
I waterfall, with my soul for you to clean both hands care
Que Que a water hit a stone, and then sing for you
If you love a person can not make a person happy, the pain will only make a person
The third day I will bloom into a flower in full bloom immediately after dying Epiphyllum
Dissolved into the earth of mud, into a pool of water entrust your tender stems
You are a stand aloof stem water charge
On the third day into the sun_set_ into the sun_set_ on the third day I mean to disappear
Disappearance is equivalent to die to mean a miserable third day will be hung on the west side of the red
I failed to keep the sun stop shining
(D)
On the fourth day, is because you ride on the wings of hyacinth
You have to go from day to day like braggadocio to wandering voyage
You can not love Can not you give your walls guarding
If you fly west clouds Cheng I will never abandon your tow line is not
I was a gust of wind while the wind from century to blow off it will allow you free
I no longer like tenderness of love can only choose dim light of the moon
Can only be solidified into endless sorrow in my heart the spread of the spread of ... ...
The fourth day is the day of carnival, is the day of freedom, is the distillation of love, love from a direction
But on the fourth day I will not cry for the sun_set_, because I have heart hurt, heartbroken
I can only in your head as the day the sun will stand by you far
Can not match the emotional let me burn the fire until it disappears into a ball
I would so disappear
(E)
I disappear, no longer appear in your fifth day
In the coming storm, I was bird dragonfly
Called the thunder hoarsely
Tis with their wings cover your roses in the rain
On the fifth day I did not disappear, the great poet of the century I
I also compose music for you to write a song for you, the eternal poetry
Even before the tear drops on my roses have withered
I'd like to go with the stream of child obliterate the number of its petals
Cupid in the fifth day of the arrow pierced my chest also penetrate my soul
Since then, my soul turned into a cool breeze from the shell burst
Valley breeze blowing as the spring breeze blew through the winter forest where you are blowing everywhere
You never sense because I have not disappeared
But I still loved the emotion is not dead heat
(F)
On the sixth day of love is the most secluded holy love, the love is the most pure
If you are the petals of a rose I would be under the leaves of your
Green and pure entrust your faceplate
On the sixth day is the most painful day of the tragic sun_set_ into my blood red
Merged into a sea of tears I put together like standing in front of the Goddess
Your pain in my heart hurt your tears fall onto my face
I want to leave because I failed to keep the sun shining I can not stop
Together for the impossible love of a deep sleep like a cloth pull
I dissolved the black night only dare to bite the guard with the eyes of a Fangning Jing
Peacock is no longer dead faith but to the northwest to the southeast away lightly
I pull a boat in the waves in the shadows hiding from the wind waves fade away live
If you are flying in the clouds Cheng West I was the wild geese flying east
(G)
The seventh day of love is a meager paper
Written on the memory of the tragedy is also a flame of red disappear
The seventh day is love, strange, strange love is sublimated
In the quiet night with sleepless eyes can not look through the night
In the end who is always in the middle of the night like the old bell painful beating, the sound echoes
I no longer disappear in front of you
Pieces of red sandalwood, and the streams and the birds sing Doo
I would like to hide in a Youlin, find a quiet temple
To obtain a pure soul you just want to forget
Because faith is dead, faith no longer, faith is dead
Is intoxicating liquor, let me indulge every day
Years with a wooden fish will want to crack
Unexpectedly Qiaoxing a bitter after the seven days of the emotional
After seven days of every hour, every moment, the spread of ... ...
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