Chinese poems in english

Chinese Poems in English Chinese Poetry By The Yangquan Women Writers Group Seasons of Woman Maggi Carstairs The Young girl is the spring when she smiles And shares her delight in being alive A part of the World A growth of joy The maiden loves and weds And brings another Spring into her world She now becomes the Summer Rich and ripe Glowing in warmth and love The summer wine When spring becomes a bride and brings forth Another spring Summer becomes the autumn Harvesting her prime for the wealthy Of the future Mature and fulfilled, a happy time Alas the winter wind blows cold, and soon the autumn Fades to winter wind Alone again, the woman Bides her time Knowing that she has Left a legacy behind Full Moon Maggi Carstairs Last night I woke to bright light on my face The window shone like day I opened all and stood and gazed At the full moon in the sky Memories came rushing back to me My father angry when the moon was full Full of unspent passion Mother crying softly in the room Children huddled together scared And I, the artist, singing at the moon Laughing at the beauty all around Then overcome with joy Holding hands and walking in the night Love Under the blossom trees of youth So full of life The God’s laugh at the mortals So in tune with moonlight The Fisherman quietly gets his boat ready The farmer watches for his crop The tides pour in and overtake their boundaries Marking time until the next full Moon Memory Marguerite Carstairs Pink roses When I breathe their scent The old house with the roses floods my senses Taking me to a past where Young and free Roses ruled my life Musk and Opium The first perfume ever bought for me Heavy and nauseating Cloying Making me feel ill enough To return the gift And cry Roast Meat The first meal in a friend’s new home Tempting the invitation Titillating the tastebuds Yearning for the meal to be done With gravy and horse radish And baked potatoes The scent of God My favourite scent The odour of a new baby Washed and fresh Johnson’s baby shampoo, Smelling of Talc and milk and baby smells The infant in my arms All mine Cicada Tune Wenjin The early autumn cool The chrysanthemum petal lace long The moonlight fulfilled the window The sight is enriched wither and fall The twilight mist and clouds thin The wild geese rare and gone The cicada is crying and the campaign frostbitten The sun is setting The crane is returning Where the wine is being boiled For the drinkers sharing the fragrance Dream Wenjin The dream awakened me at midnight While the moon wildly lit at bed The sleepless is only caused by The dear daughter three hundred miles afar The tea leaves dry and the coffee cold The refreshment is helpless for the uneasy feeling The stars darkened then the dewdrops formed This only made me sentimentally heart broken Bitterly disappointed, a poem Might murmur for a heart frame Take the rhythm of rain as music And recall darling my sweet heart At once The vast champaign Is full of life purity A new lease of vitality Is reviving already 发 现 小岸 给我一滴水 我会听到一枕海水声 给我一叶草 我会梦到大草原 可是—— 给我一颗心 我能发现什么呢？ Discovery From a drop of water I could hear the voice of the sea From a piece of leaves I could imagine the prairie But From a heart What could I discover? 四月 小岸 四月，人们纷纷涌向郊外 只有你一个人 留在了城市 泪水和雨 Xiaoan April Xiaoan In April Everyone was pouring out Only you alone Remained in town With tears and rain Dyed the lilac green outside the window As well as the grave Oh April You seemed to be the bridal maid At the lilac yard With gentle breeze eyes With lithe drizzling skins With rich flourish looks Oh April There is always similar occurrence That happens or repeats The tear drops Were easily shed In April In the rainy afternoon We stepped outside Appreciating the lilac Enjoying the musical sound of the wind As if having a reunion with you After a long separation Mothers and Babies Mothers are the seasons While babies are Tender flowers in spring Running brooks in summer Rich fruits in autumn Snow flakes in winter Mother are the heaven While babies are Gorgeous clouds in the blue sky Ornamental stars at remote firmament A wisp of silver light in the morning A glowing of golden rays at sunset Xiaobai Mothers are farmland While babies are A grain of seeds in the soil A cup of mud of the yellow earth The rising sun from the horizon Mothers and babies are Genial breeze as gentle as poplar and willow Soaking spring rain staining like apricot petals Dense mist spreading all over the place Cheerful neon with romantic charming colors Bosom Friend I`d wake up and find Mimi by my side I`d get home and see Mimi fast asleep I`d like Mimi greet me with miew miew I`d like Mimi attach me with her long beard I`d get up and see Mimi happily eating I`d get home and console Mimi her hairy head I`d run after school for Mimi with a light heart I`d run into home and chase Mimi with a ball around I`d think of Mimi when I get delighted I`d hold Mimi in arms when I feel distressed I`d chase Mimi around when I became contented I`d be home after school for Mimi with light mood Ling Ling Mimi is my intimate friend That we reasonably get along And not to see her get hurt We care for each other with heart Together we get along And share the happy moment Questions and Answers Wang Hui (age 16) Do not ask about the size of the world It is not something to be measured Do not ask the answer of this question The ready answer is none better than your own brain work Do not imagine the darkness before the thunderstorm Close the windows and your eyes Just listen to the hubbub of the nature Do not be curious about the vicissitudes of the forefather The wrinkled implication is the best answer Do not fuss about anything That only the studious probe Provides the vivid answer Cloud Dong Xueqin (age 11) In the sky Floating the white cloud Flashing And Dazzling In the morning When the sun arises The white cloud Dyed into light red Ever so bright At dusk The afterglow fades away The white cloud Turns into tangerine Ever so magnificent How I fancy you The white cloud And a leisurely life In the vast sky I like you indeed The white cloud Men`s Tears Yin Liping Men, men`s tears Men`s tears are turbid blood Men`s tears are pure wine Men`s tears are soluble Men`s tears are vibrating But men not easily shed tears Man cherish their tears as their lives Like soda men`s tears are bitterly infused into life Like salt men`s tears are soaked sorely into the wound Men`s tears Men`s tears are hale and hearty Men`s tears are lively and lofty Men`s tears are shed in the dark The soft pillow Accept all sort of wind and rain Men`s tears are dripped into heart The rinsy tears Manifest the obstinate and unruly feeling Man, men`s tears Tears with agitation Oh, men`s tears This book was distributed courtesy of: For your own Unlimited Reading and FREE eBooks today, visit: http://www.Free-eBooks.net Share this eBook with anyone and everyone automatically by selecting any of the options below: To show your appreciation to the author and help others have wonderful reading experiences and find helpful information too, we'd be very grateful if you'd kindly post your comments for this book here COPYRIGHT INFORMATION Free-eBooks.net respects the intellectual property of others When a book's copyright owner submits their work to Free-eBooks.net, they are granting us permission to distribute such material Unless otherwise stated in this book, this permission is not passed onto others As such, redistributing this book without the copyright owner's permission can constitute copyright infringement If you believe that your work has been used in a manner that constitutes copyright infringement, please follow our Notice and Procedure for Making Claims of Copyright Infringement as seen in our Terms of Service here: http://www.free-ebooks.net/tos.html ... eliminate all the plaintiveness of mankind Village Morning Accommodated a fortnight in the village Then immersed in the morning rosy glow Listening to the magpie singing amidst the clouds Wenjin... Red- maned -horse carries you to win Ages Wenjin Ages wait for no man Life is like a painting Hard hacking results in no path Harsh vain only for infinite pain Ancient bricks and classic tiles... the Ladies` Writing Club Wenjin Again, a new year is coming And the club is full of spring In the female world of writing The ladies excel in their profession Your effort is linked with passion