Author: Feng Zhi

We listened to the heavy rain in the gale,

We are so lonely in the light,

We are in this cabin.

Among our equipment.

There is also a distance from Wan Li:

Copper stoves yearn for seedlings in the deep mountains.

Porcelain pots yearn for the soil by the river,

They are all like birds in the wind and rain.

Something separate. We hugged each other,

It seems that they can't make their own decisions.

The wind blows everything into the sky,

The heavy rain drenched everything into the soil again.

Only this faint reddish color is left.

Confirm the temporary stay of our lives.

Feng Zhi (1905- 1993), formerly known as Feng Chengzhi, was born in Zhuoxian County, Hebei Province. 192 1 was admitted to Peking University, and after 1923, he began to publish new poems under the influence of the new culture movement. 1927 published the first book of poetry "Song of Yesterday" in April, and 1929 published the second book of poetry "Journey to the North and Others" in August, recording the teaching life in Harbin after graduation from university. From 65438 to 0930, he went to Germany to study, during which he was influenced by the German poet Rilke. Five years later, he received his doctor's degree and returned to Kunming, which was peaceful in wartime, to teach at the National Southwest Associated University as a foreign language professor. 194 1 year, he wrote a group of poems, which were later included as sonnets, which had a great influence. Feng Zhi's novels and essays are also excellent. His representative works include Cicada and Late Autumn in the 1920s, Zhong Ni's Funeral and Wu Zixu in the 1940s. Prose consists of 27 landscape poems in 14 lines, compiled in 1943.

1

We are prepared to accept it deeply.

Those unexpected miracles,

In the long years, suddenly there was

The appearance of comets, the wind blows;

At this moment in our lives,

It's like the first hug.

The joys and sorrows of the past are suddenly in sight.

Condensed into a tall and motionless body.

We praise those little insects,

They had a sexual intercourse.

Or resist danger,

They will end a wonderful life.

We have suffered all our lives.

As soon as the wind blows, comets appear.

2

What will fall from us,

We all let it burn:

We arranged for us to be in this era

Like autumn trees, one after another.

Put the leaves and some late flowers

Give it to Qiu Feng, so that you can open the tree.

Enter the severe winter; We arranged for us to go.

In nature, just like cicada moths.

Put the remaining shells into the mud;

We put ourselves in that position.

The future death is like a song.

The song disappeared from the music,

Finally, the body of music was left behind.

Silently turned into a green mountain.

three

Your Yushu rustling in the autumn wind-

This is a piece of music in my ear.

Build a serious temple,

Let me walk in carefully;

Another tower inserted into the clear sky.

Standing tall in front of me,

Like a saint's body,

Sublimated the noise of the whole city.

You always take off your body,

I only watched you grow up on your deathbed;

In the crisscross fields

I regard you as my guide:

I wish you eternal life, and I am willing to take it step by step.

Into the soil under your roots.

four

I often think about a person's life,

I can't help praying to you

You are a bunch of white grass.

Never live up to a name;

But you hide in all the names,

Live a small life,

Live up to nobility and whiteness,

Silently achieve your life and death.

All the descriptions, all the noise.

When I come to you, some will wither,

Some become your silence:

This is your greatest pride.

But it was done in your denial.

I pray to you all my life.

five

I will never forget

Water city in the west,

It is a symbol of personal life,

Thousands of lonely groups in Qian Qian.

Loneliness is an island,

Make friends with each other.

When you hold my hand,

Like a bridge over water;

When you smile at me,

Like the island across the street.

Suddenly opened a window.

In the dead of night,

I only saw the window closed,

There are people on the bridge, too

six

I often see it in Yuanye.

A rural child, or a peasant woman.

Crying towards the silent clear sky,

This is a punishment, but

For destroying a toy?

Responsible for her husband's death,

But for my son's illness?

Keep crying,

It's like the whole life is embedded.

In a frame, outside the frame.

There is no life and no world.

It seems to me that they lived in ancient times.

It's just tears keep flowing.

For the desperate universe.

seven

In the warm sunshine

We came to the suburbs,

Like different rivers.

Melt into the sea.

Have the same vigilance

In our hearts,

This is the same fate

On our shoulders.

There is a common God.

He is worried about us:

When the danger is over,

Those forked streets

Suck us back,

The sea is divided into several rivers.

eight

It's an old dream,

The world before us is too complicated,

Want to fly a bird attached to Peng

Talk to the quiet stars.

A thousand-year dream is like an old man.

Looking forward to the best children and grandchildren-

Now someone flies to the stars,

But I can't forget the diversity of the world.

They often study for the sake of learning.

How to run, how to fall,

In order to establish order on the earth,

Throw yourself into the air.

Now that old dream has become

There is a meteorite in the barren hill far from the water.

nine

You grew up between life and death all the year round,

Once you return to this fallen city,

Listening to the stupid songs of this city,

You will be like an ancient hero.

Thousands of years later, he suddenly came back,

From some degenerate offspring

I can't find my posture when I was young,

He will feel surprised and dizzy.

You are like an immortal hero on the battlefield.

In another world, always pointing to the sky,

Turn into a broken kite;

But don't complain about this fate,

You have surpassed them, and they can't do it.

Keep you up, your broad vision.

10

Your name is often arranged in

Many names, no.

What's the difference, but you are forever.

Secretly keep your luster;

We only do it at dawn and dusk.

Knowing that you are Chang Geng and Qi Ming,

At midnight, you and the ordinary stars

There is no distinction: how many young people are there?

Thanks to your quiet disclosure, I learned from

Just life and death. Now that you're dead,

We deeply feel that you can no longer

Participate in the future work of mankind—

If the world can be resurrected,

Curved things can be readjusted.

1 1

One night many years ago.

You feel "awake" for several young people;

You don't know how much disillusionment you've experienced,

But that "sleep" will never be depressed.

I will always be grateful.

Looking at you, for our time:

It was destroyed by some stupid people,

But its maintainer has been a lifetime.

Abandoned by this world—

How many times have you looked back and seen a glimmer of light,

There are dark clouds when you turn around.

You have completed a dangerous journey,

There is only grass on the side of the road in hardship.

Once painted the smile you wanted.

12

You starve in a deserted village,

You often want to fill in the blanks,

You've been singing Europe

The decline of human glory:

There were casualties of athletes on the battlefield,

There are stars falling on the horizon,

Ten thousand horses disappear with the clouds ...

Your life is their sacrifice.

Your poverty is shining.

Like a saint's rag,

Is a little bit in the world.

And the infinite power of God.

Everything is crowned before its light.

Only a poor image is displayed.

13

You grew up in a family of ordinary citizens,

You have shed tears for many ordinary women,

You are also afraid in front of a generation of men;

Your 80 years have been so peaceful,

It's like the universe is running there alone,

But it never stopped,

New life is evolving anytime and anywhere,

Rain or shine.

Exchange serious illness for new health,

In exchange for new nutrition from desperate love,

Do you know why moths jump on flames?

Why do snakes grow by shedding their old skins?

Everything is enjoying your famous words,

It reveals the meaning of all life: "death and change."

14

Your enthusiasm burns everywhere,

You point a bunch of yellow flowers at the sun,

Burning, rich cypress trees

It's burning, in the hot sun

People are walking, so are they.

Flame calls for height;

But in early spring, a dead tree

Xiao Shu, the small courtyard of the prison

Bowed his head in the dark room.

Potato peeler: They are all.

Like an ice cube that will never disappear in the harbor.

You drew a suspension bridge in the middle,

Draw a canoe: Do you want it?

Welcome some unfortunate people?

15

Look at these horses and mules.

Transporting goods from a distance,

Water will also bring some sediment.

From some unknown distance,

The wind will blow from thousands of miles away.

Grab some foreign sighs:

We walked through countless mountains and rivers,

Possess at any time, give up at any time,

Like a bird flying in the air,

It is always in charge of space,

I have no feeling at any time.

What is our reality?

Nothing can be brought from far away.

You can't take anything from the front.

16

We stood at the top of a high mountain.

Into an endless vision,

Into the vast plain in front of you,

Into a crisscross path on the plain.

No matter which way, what kind of water,

Which gust of wind, which cloud, there is no echo;

The cities, mountains and rivers we walked through,

Hua Song took our lives.

Our growth, our sadness.

It's a pine tree on a hillside.

It is a dense fog in a city;

We drift with the wind, with the current,

Into a crossroads on the plain,

Into a path leading to pedestrian life.

17

You said, you love this Yuan Ye.

A road full of vitality,

How many unknown pedestrians are walking?

Get out of these busy roads.

Vilen in our hearts.

And winding paths,

But those who walk on the road

Most of the pedestrians are gone;

Lonely children, white-haired couples,

There are also some young men and women,

And dead friends, they are all.

Step out these roads for us;

We commemorate their footsteps.

Don't waste these paths.

18

We often spend an intimate evening.

In a strange room, it's daytime.

We don't know what it looks like,

Not to mention its past and future. Vilen-

Looking out of the window,

We only vaguely remember that at dusk.

The way to it is to understand it.

After leaving tomorrow, we will never come back.

Close your eyes! Let those intimate nights

Strange places are intertwined in our hearts:

Our life is like Yuan Ye outside the window.

We recognized it on January night.

A tree, flashing lake light; Endless.

Hiding a forgotten past and a vague future.

19

We waved and followed the parting.

Our world is divided into two,

I feel very cold around, and suddenly my eyes are wide.

Like two newborn babies.

Ah, parting, birth,

We are burdened with heavy work,

Turn cold into warm, turn life into maturity,

Everyone cultivates his own world,

In order to meet again, it seems like meeting for the first time.

Thinking about the past with gratitude,

When the elephant first met, it suddenly felt past lives.

There are several springs and winters in my life.

We only feel the rotation of the time series,

I don't feel the age stipulated by the world.

20

How many faces, how many voices

So real in our dreams,

Whether intimate or unfamiliar:

It's part of my own life,

But with a lot of life,

Flowering and fruiting after fusion?

Who can risk his life?

Facing the endless night like water,

Who can make his voice and face

Only in some intimate dreams?

We don't know how many times

Reflected in the distant sky,

By boatmen or pedestrians in the desert

Added some fresh dream nutrients.

2 1

We listened to the heavy rain in the gale,

We are so lonely in the light,

We are in this cabin.

Among our equipment.

There is also a distance from Wan Li:

Steelmaking furnaces yearn for the seedlings in the deep mountains.

Porcelain pots yearn for the soil by the river;

They are all like birds in the wind and rain.

Something separate. We hugged each other,

It seems that they can't make their own decisions.

The wind blows everything into the sky,

The heavy rain soaked everything again,

Only this faint reddish color is left.

Confirm the temporary stay of our lives.

22

Deep in the mountains at night,

Listen, it rained heavily at night.

A mountain village ten miles away.

Miss the city inside and outside.

Do they still exist?

The mountains and rivers ten years ago

Dreams of many years ago

It was all buried by the rain.

It's too narrow around,

As if returned to the mother's womb;

God, I pray late at night

Just like an ancient man:

"Give me a narrow heart.

A big universe! "

23

It rained for half a month.

Since you were born.

All I know is that it is wet and bright.

One day, the rain clouds suddenly dispersed.

Sunlight flooded the walls,

I saw your mother.

Hug you in the sun,

Let you use your whole body

Feel the sunshine and warmth for the first time,

When the sun goes down, it goes back.

Take you back. You didn't.

Memory, but this scene experience.

Will blend in with the barking of the future,

You bark at night and turn off the lights.

24

Here, thousands of years ago,

It seems to be everywhere

Have our life;

Before we were born.

A song has been

From the changing sky,

From green grass and pine trees

Sing about our luck.

We are full of worries,

Why is it here?

Do you hear this song?

Look at that little flying bug,

In flight

Forever is eternity.

25

This table is equipped with tableware.

Books are displayed on the bookshelf.

In some still lives.

We keep thinking;

Without lyrics,

There is no dance in the action,

Ask the birds outside the window.

Why are wings flapping in the air?

Only the sleeping body,

In the dead of night, there is rhythm.

Air moves in the body.

Sea salt works in the blood-

You may hear it in your dreams.

The sky and the sea are calling us?

26

We walk on the familiar road every day.

Back to the place where we live;

But it is still hidden in this forest.

Many paths are deep and unfamiliar.

Walking away from strangers makes me a little flustered.

Afraid of getting lost,

But unconsciously from the sparse place in the village.

Suddenly saw where we lived.

Like a new island on the horizon.

How many things are around us?

Ask us about new discoveries:

Don't think everything is familiar,

Touch your hair when you die.

I have a question: whose body is this?

27

From the invisible flood

The bearer brought an oval bottle.

This water will form a shape;

Look, the wind flag fluttering in the autumn wind,

It grabs what it can't,

Let the distant light and the distant night

And some distant plants,

There is also a heart that runs towards infinity.

Leave some on this flag.

We heard the wind all night,

After watching the yellow and red grass all day,

Where are our thoughts and ideas arranged?

I hope these poems are like a flag of the wind.

Grab what you can't.

(Sonnet, Shanghai Cultural Life Publishing House, 1949)

-

Silkworm horse

1

The stream is full of red flowers,

The horizon is dyed red by spring clouds,

My heart is burning,

I walked quietly to her window.

I said, girl, the silkworm baby goes to bed first.

Have you ever felt tired?

As long as you cry when listening to my song,

You don't have to open the window and ask me, "Who are you?"

At that time, it had been a long time,

There are fewer cars on the road and no boats on the water.

In those distant years,

How much desolate feeling.

Is a poor girl,

Without a mother, my father is far away,

When he left, he told her:

"Cultivate these acres of land well!"

Next to a white horse,

The father looked at his daughter and pointed to it.

"It will help you plow the land meekly,

It is your faithful companion. "

Daughter doesn't know what separation is,

I don't know whether my father will go to the end of the world or the sea.

Still ups and downs,

But the countryside is getting desolate every day.

"Father, when will you come back?

The truth of parting is the sea of Wang Yang;

Mom, you can take me to the other side of the sea.

Looking for my father's smiling eyelids? "

She looked at the withered flowers and leaves before her eyes.

Stroking the mane of a good horse,

"If there is a dear young man,

He must be willing to look for me everywhere! "

She thought so in her heart,

The sunset is floating on the horizon,

There seems to be a smiling young man,

Rippling in front of her.

Suddenly there was a scream,

Wake up her crazy dreams;

The good horse was thrown into the distant field,

At the same time, the illusion in front of her eyes disappeared!

2

Warm catkins,

Colorful butterflies are dancing,

There is a flame burning in my heart,

I walked quietly to her window.

I said, girl, the silkworm slept three times.

Have you ever felt tired?

As long as you listen to my echo and cry,

You don't have to open the window and ask me, "Who are you?"

Thorns covered her fields,

Boredom occupied her day and night,

At her silent window,

Only sparrows are chirping.

One day, I was in a daze by the window.

Dust on the road rises in the distance;

She gave up this dream long ago.

This dream has long been outside her dream. )

Now, it is covered with dust in distant places.

The horse found his father and came back;

Father rode on the back of a good horse,

The neighing of horses became a harmonious song.

The father kissed his daughter's sideburns,

The daughter brushed away the dust from her father,

The horse knelt on the ground,

I keep sweating all over.

Father is like a calm sea,

She is like Yingying changing into the moon,

The moon sank into the depths of the sea,

Purify this boring world.

It's just that the horse knelt by her bed,

My tears flowed all night,

Eyes are like two bright lights,

"Girl, I have traveled all over the world for you!"

She patted the horse's head and said to it:

"Go to the fields to plow!

Don't be so crazy,

Be careful that your father will kill you. "

It won't swallow some fresh leather,

Don't drink half a ladle of water,

Without sighing in her face,

Is to fall asleep next to her

three

The radish has been crippled.

Swallows flying around in black

There is still a flame burning in my heart,

I walked quietly to her window.

I said, girl, silkworms are cocooning.

Have you ever felt tired?

As long as you cry when listening to my song,

You don't have to open the window and ask me, "Who are you?"

On an empty night,

There is a storm outside the window;

There is a horse skin hanging on the wall.

This is her only companion.

"Dear father, you tonight.

Where are you wandering?

You killed this good horse,

I'm sad and scared!

"Dear father,

Lightning, thunder,

You left your daughter,

Fear and desolation! "

"Dear girl,

Don't be sad, don't be afraid!

I am willing to protect you forever,

Take care of yourself! "

Ma Pili heavy voice:

Her heart was pounding and her hair was completely confused;

Lightning penetrated her whole body,

The skin is shining with thunder again.

With the wailing of the wind,

With the sad cry of raindrops,

"I will protect you from generation to generation,

As long as you sleep well! "

A moment is the illusion of youth,

At the moment is the gallop of horses:

At the moment when the earth is about to collapse,

Horse skin tightly wrapped around her body!

Girl, my song is not over yet,

But my string is broken;

I sit at your window nervously,

End the last paragraph:

In an instant, the wind and rain stopped,

Hao Yue gathered thunder and lightning;

The leather bag wrapped around her body,

Turned into a white cocoon in the moonlight!

— — 1925

note:

Legend has it that there is a silkworm girl. My father was taken away, but my horse is still there. Mother said, "If you have a father, you can't marry a woman."

Ma Wenwen, absolutely traveling. A few days later, my father rode home. Mom tells stories, but dad can't. When a horse growls, its father will kill it and expose its skin.

Yu Ting's skin suddenly swept away the girl, lived in mulberries and became silkworms. -See "Seeking God" by Gambao.

(Originally published in Autumn of Yesterday, Beixin Bookstore, 1927 edition.

From Selected Works of Feng Zhi, Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House, 1985)