Which poem of Rambo do you like best?

On a blue summer night, I will walk in the country.

Tickle on the wheat awn, step on the delicate sand,

As if dreaming, let my head bathe in the evening breeze,

And the soles of your feet feel cool and fresh.

I don't want to say anything,

An infinite love guides me from the bottom of my heart,

I walked farther and farther, like a wandering gypsy,

Through nature, happiness is like a companion.

Bai Fei translation

Ophelia

one

Stars fall asleep on the quiet and dark water.

Ophelia is as white as a giant lily.

She slowly floated in the water with a long towel on her pillow.

-the bamboo forest in the distance has been sounded by hunting.

For more than a thousand years, like a white ghost,

The miserable Ophelia died in this long black river;

For thousands of years, her sweet and crazy love.

Whispering her romantic history in the evening breeze.

The wind kissed her breasts and blew away her shawl.

Like a blooming flower, swaying in the water;

Wicker cried and trembled on her shoulder.

Reed bent down because of her heavy meditation.

The scarred water lily lamented beside her;

Sometimes, she wakes up the sleeping bird's nest in the alder tree.

Just listen to flapping wings, birds fly far away;

A mysterious song falls from the golden star.

two

Ah, pale Ophelia, you are as beautiful as snow!

Yes, you're dead, son. You were taken away by the river!

Because the wind blowing down from the Norwegian mountains

The freedom to whisper pain to you;

Because the breeze that blows your long hair

Send strange sounds into your dreams;

Because in the sadness of the tree and the sigh of the night

Your heart hears the songs of nature;

Because the sound of the waves in the angry sea is like a hoarse gasp,

Broke your affectionate and tender childlike chest,

Because one morning in April, the pale and handsome knight,

A poor madman, sitting on your lap silently.

Poor crazy girl, what a beautiful dream! Heaven, freedom, love!

You melt in a dream, just like snow melts in a fire;

Your great hallucination silenced your voice.

-Terrible infinity makes your blue eyes surprised and scared!

three

-the poet said, at night, you often come to look for it.

Stars all over the sky, you often come to find the flowers you picked.

He also said that when he saw the white Ophelia with a veil on her pillow,

Like a giant lily, floating on the water.

Hu yi

Winter dream

Dedicated to ... her.

In winter, we got into a rose carriage.

There are blue seats in it.

There is a nest of kisses in every soft corner.

We are very comfortable.

Close your eyes and don't look at the glass.

Shaking shadows,

Those wandering ghosts, black demons,

Black wolf.

Then, you think your face is scratched,

A little kiss, like a crazy spider,

Climb to your neck ...

You quickly bowed your head and exclaimed, "Where have you been?"

We've been looking for it for a long time,

The worm has gone far. ...

Wesley Wang

Sleepers in the valley

This is a green cave,

The singing river hangs silver rags on the grass tips,

The sun shines on the proud hills,

This is an empty valley covered with moss.

A young soldier, with his mouth open and his head bare,

The neck is bathed in the new green of blue mustard,

He lay on the grass covered with naked sky,

I fell asleep pale in the big green bed with tears in the sun.

He put his foot into the orchid and fell asleep.

Laughing like a sick baby, he felt cold.

So nature shook him with warm arms.

The smell can no longer shake his nostrils,

He slept peacefully in the sun and put his hand over his heart.

There are two red bullet holes in the right rib.

Translated by Gray and Liang Dong.

Green wine shop

Five o'clock in the evening

For eight days, I have been running on the gravel road.

I wore out a pair of boots before I came to Charleroi.

At the Green Hotel: I'll take it.

Sliced bread, butter and semi-cold ham.

Fortunately, I straightened my legs under the green dining table.

Staring at the naive murals on the tapestry.

It's cute,

When a girl with big breasts and spicy eyes came over,

She didn't come up here to give you a kiss to scare you!

She was all smiles, with a colorful tray in her hand.

Give me lukewarm ham, butter and toast.

The red and white ham smells like garlic.

She poured me another large glass of beer,

The evening sunset shines Hui Jin on the beer foam!

1870 10 month

Wesley Wang

Cunning girl

The brown restaurant exudes

The smell of varnish and fruit, I am beautiful.

Sit in a big chair and taste a plate.

I don't know what the Belgian did.

Listening to the clock while eating, I was secretly surprised.

The smell wafted from the kitchen,

At this moment, the waitress came, I don't know.

Why is her hair messy and her hairpin crumbling?

She stroked her cheek with trembling fingers,

And pout angrily like a child,

Her face is like a red and white peach.

She put away the cups and plates and came to me. In order to make me happy,

That's it. Sure, give me a sweet kiss.

Then gently told me: "Your little face froze me ..."

187O year 10 month, Chaloy.

Wesley Wang

cupboard

This is a carved cabinet, dark oak,

Very old, a pair of grandma's face;

As soon as the cupboard door is opened, there is a smell of old wine and intoxicating.

It overflowed from the shadow.

The cupboard is full of antiques,

Sweet yellow handkerchief, women and children around their mouths,

Withered old lace,

Grandma's headscarf is printed with strange birds and animals.

There are all kinds of badges in it,

White and maroon locks, dried flowers and portraits,

The scent is mixed with the scent of fruit.

Oh, the old cupboard, you know many stories,

When the dark door creaked open,

You will tell the story of the past.

1870 10 month

Wesley Wang

Wave flow (fantasy)

My fist was tattered and I left.

This coat looks very nice;

I walk under the sky, Muse! I am loyal to you;

Alas, I also dreamed of brilliant love!

There is a big hole in my only shorts.

-Like the little finger in my dream, along the way.

Swing poetry, my inn is the big bear star,

My stars rustle in the sky.

I sat on the side of the road, listening attentively,

On the quiet night in September, dew dripped on my forehead.

For example, the rich smell of wine.

I sing in the phantom, tense.

The elastic band on a broken shoe, like playing a harp,

One foot near my heart!

Wesley Wang

The Black Raven

When the cold covers the grass,

In a depressed village

Long and silent ...

In the desolate nature,

God, you fell from the sky.

This lovely crow.

The cold wind screamed like a strange army.

Attack your lair,

Along the rolling river of Liu Huang,

On the road with the cross,

In ditches and caves,

Spread out and gather together!

Lying on the floor of the new war dead

Yuan Ye in the middle of winter,

Thousands of people are around you,

In order to make everyone think!

Come and shout for this task,

Ah, we're in mourning!

However, the saints of the sky,

Let the songbirds in May

On the tall oak tree

On the mast that disappeared in the dusk,

Accompany those people,

Catastrophic war

consign to

Rotting grass in the depths of the forest.

Translated by Gray and Liang Dong.

The shepherd's head

In a green treasure box plated with gold dots in the bushes,

In the dark forest full of flowers,

Sleep, sweet kiss,

Suddenly, the excitement broke a brilliant scene.

The surprised god of agriculture and animal husbandry raised his eyes,

There are red flowers between white teeth,

His lips are as bright as old wine,

Laughter among the branches.

He ran away—like a squirrel—

His smile is still shaking on every leaf,

A grey finch came to disturb us.

The golden kiss of meditation in the forest.

Translated by Gray and Liang Dong.

Evening prayer (fantasy)

I sat in the barber's hand like an angel,

Holding a big cup with a groove,

Bend down, smoking gambier's pipe,

Blowing a cool breeze across the invisible sail.

Like hot pigeon droppings in an old pigeon house,

Colorful dreams will gently burn me:

Then my melancholy heart, like a mottled piece of waste wood,

Falling shadows and golden youth.

Be careful to swallow my dream,

I drank thirty or forty cups in one breath, and then turned around.

Meditate and open your heart to meet strong desires:

Like the owner from hyssop to cedar,

I urinated gently, facing the brown sky,

It is tall and far, and has been recognized by the giant sunflower.

Wesley Wang

Meta sound

A black, e white, I red, u green, o blue: vowel,

One day I will reveal your secret:

One, the furry black vest that flies,

A dark bay buzzes around the stench;

E, the innocence of fog and tabernacle, the peak of glacier pride,

Bai Di, the little white flowers like stars are trembling;

Me, deep red blood, beautiful lips.

Anger or remorse, smiling when drunk;

U, the period and mysterious amplitude of the blue sea,

Peace in a pasture full of livestock, that magic

Peace is engraved in the wrinkles of diligence;

Ah, the supreme horn, full of strange and harsh sound waves,

Celestial bodies and angels pass through silence;

Oh, Omega, her bright purple eyes!

Bai Fei translation

(1) "omega" is a Greek letter, equivalent to the Latin letter "O", but with Greek characters.

At the end of the parent table, it symbolizes "ultimate".

The stars groan.

The stars groan in your ear like roses,

Infinite white light shines from your neck to your waist;

Sea water gushes from your scarlet breasts,

Humans have solidified black blood on your noble side.

Wesley Wang

Zuizhou

When I follow the ruthless river and only flow,

I feel that the tracker no longer controls my route.

The noisy red man arrested them,

Take it off as a target and nail it to the colorful pile.

I don't care about the fate of these sailors,

I only deliver Flemish wheat and English cotton.

When the tracker's cries and noises disappear,

The river let me drift at will, without attachments.

I ran all winter, ignoring the surging tide,

Deaf than a child who is addicted to playing.

I saw the peninsula break free from the cable one by one.

Like a swarm of victorious bees.

The storm helped me wake up at sea,

I dance lighter than a cork,

On the waves-the eternal rocking bed of the dead

For ten nights in a row, I don't miss the stupid eyes at the traffic lights.

Green water penetrated my Chinese fir shell,—

Sweeter than a child's greedy sour apple,

Wash off blue wine stains and vomit stains,

Wash my anchor and my rudder.

Since then, I have been immersed in the poetry of the sea-

The sea is full of stars, like milk;

I enjoy green light and green, which sometimes drift by.

A pale, melancholy and intoxicated floating corpse.

This piece of blue and absurd, and the fire in the daytime.

The slow rhythm under the reflection is dyed in an instant-

The mildew of orange-red love is fermenting and bitter.

Stronger than alcohol, wider than the harp.

I am familiar with the sky cracked by lightning.

Wild waves, rapids, tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk.

Dawn is as exciting as a flock of pigeons.

I have seen wonders that people can only imagine!

I've seen sunsets, blackened by mysterious fears,

Shining with a long purple light,

According to the trembling of the rolling waves in the distance,

Like a chorus in an ancient drama!

I dreamed of a green night, in the dazzling snow.

A kiss slowly rose to the eyes of the sea,

Unprecedented circulation of sap,

The yellow and blue awakening of phosphorescent singers!

I've been chasing long waves for months,

It hit a rock, like a crazy cowshed,

How can you imagine Maria's bright feet?

Can tame the face of this ocean of asthma!

I ran into the incredible Florida,

Leopard is covered with human skin, and its eyes are mixed with exotic flowers and herbs.

The rainbow stretched tight there, like a reins.

Wearing sea blue horses under sea level!

I've seen fermented swamps, fish baskets-

A rotting beast sleeps among reeds;

On the calm sea, the water suddenly poured down.

A distant scene fell into the whirlpool!

I have seen glaciers, a silver sun and a coal sky.

The pearl wave and the grounding of brown seabed are sinister and unpredictable.

The twisted bark there smells black,

A giant snake bitten by a bedbug fell from the tree!

I really want to show the children the swordfish in the blue waves-

Those goldfish, singing fish;

The foam of flowers blesses me to drift without anchor,

The indescribable breeze gave me wings.

Ocean-the victim of world fatigue

I often gently shake me to sleep with its sobs,

It held up a bunch of black flowers to me, revealing a yellow hole.

I knelt down like a woman, motionless. ...

Like a floating island, full of golden eyes,

I rocked the folding boat with bird droppings and noisy boats.

I sailed, from the cable in the water,

Floating corpses often drift backwards to take a nap! ……

I am a lost ship, entangled in the blue silk thread of the sea,

Or is it too empty for birds to be blown by the wind?

Whether it's an armored ship or a Hanseatic League sailboat,

Don't try to catch my drunk skull.

I just need to ripple, smoke and let the purple fog navigate.

I drilled through the red sky wall.

Moss in the sun, tears in the sky,-

This is a good piece of music for a real poet.

I am running, wearing a new moon of lightning,

Escort my crazy board is a dark hippocampus;

When beating the blue sky with sticks in July,

The hot funnel is hanging in the air!

I was shaking all over, and I could hear it from a hundred miles away.

A hippo in heat, a roaring whirlpool,

I will always spin the calm blue,

I miss the ancient battlements in Europa!

I've seen Star Island! There,

The frantic Tianmen opened to Voyager:

"You sleep in this bottomless night-

Ah, a million golden birds? Ah, the vitality of the future? "

But I stopped crying! The morning light is so sad,

The whole sun is bitter and the whole moon is bad.

Bitter love intoxicated me,

Oh, may my keel be broken! May I die in the sea!

If I want to see the water in Europe, I just want to see it.

At night, the dark and cold pool on the road,

A sad child crouched by the water,

Put a boat as fragile as a butterfly.

Waves, I have soaked your depression and fatigue,

We can't track the cotton boat anymore,

From then on, I no longer walk under the banner of arrogance.

Or paddle under the terrible eyes of the barge!

Bai Fei translation