蓝色百合
When spider webs mercilessly seized my stoveWhen the ashes of poverty and sorrow sigh Yuyan
I still stubbornly paved the ashes of despair
With beautiful snow write: I believe the future
When my purple grapes into late autumn dew
When my flowers nestled in other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use the Cream of the Ku Teng
Wrote in the desolate earth: I believe the future
I will finger the horizon that flock to the wave
I will lift up the sun that the sea palm
Gently warm the dawn of a beautiful pen that sticks
Written by the child's handwriting: I believe the future
The reason why I firmly believe that the future
I believe that people's eyes the future
She has brushed aside the historical dust eyelashes
She has seen through the years, the pupil chapter
Regardless of rotting flesh for our people
Those who lost the melancholy, the pain of failure
Moved to tears is placed, deep sympathy
Or give contemptuous smile, biting sarcasm
I firmly believe that people are our backbone
That numerous exploration, lost, failure and success
With enthusiasm, objective and fair assessment
Yes, I am anxiously awaiting the assessment of their
Friends, firmly believe the future it
To persevere, I believe
I believe over death of young
I believe the future, love life
Beijing 1968
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Is never a good reputation can not change the notes,
Zheng Butuo bad reputation is forever the yoke;
If this is indeed the case,
I would like to explore the monotonous life on the ocean away from home.
Where can find solid junk?
I have only scattered around the street,
Just want to knock on the door of a friend,
Can get a little meager charity.
My life is Falling leaves was removed,
My future is not spare the edge of the barley;
If fate is really the case,
I am willing to sing the wild thorns.
Even the thorns pierce my heart,
Like fire, like fire burning in the plasma,
Struggling to climb into the noisy river,
Dead, the spirit never silent!
1967
Zheng Butuo bad reputation is forever the yoke;
If this is indeed the case,
I would like to explore the monotonous life on the ocean away from home.
Where can find solid junk?
I have only scattered around the street,
Just want to knock on the door of a friend,
Can get a little meager charity.
My life is Falling leaves was removed,
My future is not spare the edge of the barley;
If fate is really the case,
I am willing to sing the wild thorns.
Even the thorns pierce my heart,
Like fire, like fire burning in the plasma,
Struggling to climb into the noisy river,
Dead, the spirit never silent!
1967
Translated by Google