
At this time, I was in the south
Poet: Bayan Tusken
Crane River solo
Stop! Under the impact of thoughts,
A wave that rolls in the heart.
Continue your solo under the setting sun,
Rushing, rushing...
Rush it! Rush it! Crane River,
Don't stop your solo;
Dancing white body,
Birch trees on the shore. Please don't be shy...
Is that you? It's me! Mother River,
A lost little horse;
Follow your steps south,
I don't know how many spring and summer.
O swallows from the north! Don't worry,
Take my soul with you, though fly it;
The two mothers would be there waiting for me to come home.
A full head of white hair,
One playing, one playing, one after another...
See the "snow" in the south for the first time, and then dream of the hometown people
Dark night,
Countless white butterflies flailed their wings,
There is a little more soft light,
Make tonight no longer desolate.
Go to the window,
Can't help but wait and see,
It's all green,
The wind outside the house is bleak, and the night is getting longer.
But it is,
Willows flutter and trees line up.
Trance,
At this time, I was in the south, in another country.
Dreaming of the first snow in my hometown,
The mother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes,
Ask me when I will return,
The wanderer who goes south has no soul.
There you go! Ugly butterflies
It's an ugly butterfly,
I don't even like it;
Fluttering up and down,
I'm not going to give it flowers.
You go! You go! Ugly butterflies,
The flowers I left behind have already fallen off the cliff;
It's never coming back, you go...
In the future, it will always be a flower in the arms of the river.
I am sorry! Don't stop me from running away,
Look at you pretending not to be sad;
I'm so sad, you go...
It is best to never see you again in this life.
Forgive me! Forgive me! Ugly butterflies,
I was reluctant, but there was nothing I could do;
Let me make up for you in another world!
Use the most beautiful flowers there.
Red Girl
The waves wake up the sleeping reef,
Watch the sunset as the white clouds put on a red dress;
Butterflies flapping their wings and flying,
Stop for sunset.
Looking at it quietly,
The breeze took away the Red Girl;
The reef tells the waves,
It turns out that the most beautiful thing is not the sunset.
seagull! seagull
Swarms crossed the sky.
Pity the red dress,
There is no last hint of vividness.
The sea wraps its arms around the waist of the sun,
Hide it in your arms;
Butterflies flutter their wings and fly by,
Fade away in the afterglow.
Poet Profile
Bayan Tasken, currently studying Chinese Language and Literature at the School of Humanities of Guangzhou University, was born in 1999 in Altay City, Xinjiang, and is of Kazakh ethnicity. He has won the "Third Prize of the Third Guangdong Campus Literature Competition" and "The Literary Script Group of the National College Students Micro Film Competition - The Most Potential Award". A grain of dust longing to be brought back to its hometown by the wind...
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