My Home
Who comes to the deserted garden!
The paths are dotted with moss.
The golden wind dispatches the fallen leaves
They drift to the window, like a debt collection.
The daughters who have lost their school return to herd geese.
A good boy with a hard life picks wild vegetables.
Under the eaves sits a wise wife.
She mends my broken shoes with a needle.
The autumn flowers are red and I don’t want to enjoy them.
The poor couple is sad.
Mid-Autumn
The paper window is bright, I carry my son to the workshop.
Barefoot and naked, I saw a big log.
The rhythm of the song is resounding, the rhythm is melodious.
Love him with iron teeth and affection.
Raising my family of four.
Hate him for his heartlessness.
Gnawing at my prime.
After the spring, after the summer.
When I return home at night, I suddenly smell the fragrance of cinnamon.
I point to the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight.
I asked my wife to come and see the moon in front of the window.
My wife said the moon is really good.
Tomorrow morning I should wash my clothes again.
Why don’t you go to bed early?
My Neighbor
My neighbor’s face is so full of spring.
I am invited to stay with them every night.
With a belly full of grievances and
With a mouth full of wine
He treats me with great affection.
Recently, I became an official in the rebellion.
Suddenly, the color of autumn came to his face.
Exposing my “poisoning”.
criticized my “restoration”.
The friendship was broken off.
His dog is too confused.
Still wagging his tail and licking his tongue at me.
I told him not to do that.
but he doesn’t understand.
There is a language barrier.
Beggar
Who calls outside the door?
Henan fathers and mothers, fleeing to beg for food.
“We are not bad people!”
Take out the documents in his arms.
East family brings leftover soup.
The western family brought stale rice.
The children learn English and know the Beggar.
This time I saw it with my own eyes.
I am ashamed of my incompetence as a scholar.
I dared not speak out.
I called my son to send him cold sweet potatoes.
I was ashamed to see my father and mother, and I hid the door with a sigh.
Coaxing the child
My father has changed into a cow in the shed.
Today he has become a horse at home.
Laughing on his knees, he crawls on all fours.
Come and ride the horse, my dear boy!
I’ll carry you on my back to fight the guerrilla.
Do you think it’s a good game?
There is freedom in the little hut.
Once the door is closed, it’s home.
Don’t run to the door.
There will be scoldings outside the door.
It’s my fault that you’re in trouble.
Be a good boy, use the whip!
Burn the book
I can’t keep you, I can’t hide you.
I can’t hide you.
I’ll send you to the fire tonight.
Farewell, Chekhov!
Chekhov!
A goatee with a nose and glasses.
You’re laughing, I’m crying.
Ashes to ashes, light to light.
Farewell, Chekhov!
Chekhov!
Night Reading
One day the road is broken by snow and wind.
I come at night and close the door to read a forbidden book.
I rub my hands together with my feet in the oven.
One sentence, one laughing chant.
One sentence, one cheer.
I have just reached the best part of the book.
Unfortunately, the oil in the bottle dries up again.
The sound of the rooster rises and it is hard to sleep.
The moon peeps at me from the wall
A curved comb.
Night Fishing
My children drag me to the garden.
I catch crickets at night by the hedge.
Quietly, I listen to every step.
The little girl holds the bottle and the little boy shines the light.
I caught eight or nine crickets in one go.
From then on, the garden was deserted and no song was heard at night.
Let’s see what’s in the bottle.
The insects with broken legs are sad and lonely.
The Remains of Winter
The sky and earth are misty and foggy.
The bamboo fences and cottages are all covered.
My hands are frozen, my feet are frozen.
Tattered clothes with empty bellies.
I went out early in the morning.
My wife asked me where I was going.
I went to see the plum in the garden.
Last night the fragrance blew into the house.
The flowers are already showing on the southern branch.
I am not afraid that the eaves will become a pillar of ice.
Spring will come soon.
Listen to the birds crying in the snowy trees!
Ancient Monument in Luoyang
A dog takes a nap on the pedestal
The face of the monument is covered with dust
The left side of the monument sells mutton soup
To the right, the monument sells roasted sweet potatoes
Alone in the old sun
The ancient monument stands to welcome distant visitors
Laughing so sadly
The smile is so bitter
The distant guest reads the inscription with respect
Listen to the shameful statement in large traditional characters
saying that Confucius entered the Zhou Dynasty to ask for rites
He came here
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