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لe Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again
ߣ־Ħ By Xu Zhimo
pp Very quietly I take my leave
ppā As quietly as I came here;
pp Quietly I wave good-bye
eƲ To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
ǺϵĽ The golden willows by the riverside
Ϧе Are young brides in the setting sun;
GӰ Their reflections on the shimmering waves
ҵ^ʎ Always linger in the depth of my heart.
ܛϵ The floating heart growing in the sludge
͵ˮГu Sways leisurely under the water;
ڿӵᲨ In the gentle waves of Cambridge
Ҹһlˮ I would be a water plant!
aµһ̶ That pool under the shade of elm trees
ȪϺ Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
ڸg Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
ʺƵĉ(mng) Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream.
(mng)һ֧L To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
ݸ̎ To where the green grass is more verdant;
Mdһx Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
xߔŸ And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
ҲܷŸ裬 But I cannot sing aloud
DŽexϺ Quietness is my farewell music;
xҲҳĬ Even summer insects heap silence for me
ĬǽĿ Silent is Cambridge tonight!
ĵ Very quietly I take my leave
ĵā As quietly as I came here;
ғ]һ] Gently I flick my sleeves
һƬƲ Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away
[feilengcui night]
You're really gone, tomorrow? Me, then me,
You don't have to worry about it, sooner or later;
If you would remember me, just remember me,
Forget this world or as early as possible
I think so, time was upset,
It's only a dream, a fantasy;
Only the day before yesterday, we see the red residue,
To the timid before wind up a flap,
Two petals fall to the ground and make them trample and change mud
Alas, let people trample, change mud, mud, clean down,
This is the half-dead,
Looking at the ugly, cumbersome, called men's eyes
God! Why, why bother to you
I can't forget you. You came that day,
For example, the dark future looks glorious,
You are my husband, my love, my benefactor,
You taught me what life is and what love is,
You woke me up and paid my innocence.
Without you, I know the sky is high and the grass is green
You touch my heart, how fast it can dance;
Touch my face, burning much Coke, the loss of the
Can't see; love; I'm out of breath,
Don't kiss me; I can't stand the fire,
This time my soul is like a brick.
In the love of the wrought iron, hammer, smashing, smashing, spark
Scatter and scatter, I fainted and hugged me,
Love, leave me here in the quiet garden,
Close your eyes and die on your chest, how beautiful!
The wind on the white tree overhead, rustling,
It's my funeral song, this breeze,
From the olive grove, with pomegranate flowers,
Take my soul, and the firefly,
Passionate, attentive fireflies, have their way,
I went to the three ring bridge and stopped,
Listen, you're holding my half warm body here,
Sorrowfully told me, kiss me, shake me, I suck,
I smile and follow the breeze,
As he leads me, heaven, hell, everywhere,
Anyway, lost this boring life, to achieve this death
In love, the death of this love center is not as strong as that of love
The five hundred incarnation, selfish, I know,
But I can't help you die with me
What is not in pairs is not total love,
If you want to soar, you'll have to play two pairs of wings,
Into heaven, not the same to take care of,
I can't live without you, and you can't live without me;
If hell, I'm single, you're more uneasy,
You say hell is more civilized than this world
(though I do not believe it), like my delicate flower,
There was no storm, not called rain,
When I called you, you couldn't hear me clearly,
It is not for removal of anti investment into the mud,
It is a ghost who colluded with cold heart,
Laugh at my destiny, you smile as careless?
That's all right. What should I do?
It is difficult to live, but too hard to die,
I don't want you to sacrifice your future for me
Well, you said you were still alive. Wait for that day!
One day? You're here. That's my confidence;
But you have to go at dawn, you really have the heart
Lost, I go, I can not keep you, this is life;
But the flowers, no sun, no dew dip,
The undead inevitably scorch poor flap tips!
You can't forget love, except in your heart,
I have no fate; yes, I listen to you, I wait,
So I also have patience. Flowering Tieshu etc.;
Love, you'll always be a star on my head:
If misfortune dies, I'll become a firefly,
In this garden, next to the grass roots, the darkness flew,
Dusk flew into the middle of the night, and in the middle of the night came the morning light,
Only the sky no clouds, I could see
The same sky star, that is you,
I wish you had more light for me, across the night,
Through the day, through a little love.
In June 11th 1925, Fei Leng Greenfield
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