Heavy snow blocked the road
Tears replaced language
Pasternak
[ Author Wang Jiaxin ]
You can't go to your graveyard and offer a bouquet of flowers
But he is destined to devote his life to reading your poems
Take thousands of miles of wind and snow to cross
The shattering of a festival, and the trembling of my soul
I was finally able to write according to my heart
But you can't live according to a person's heart
This is our common tragedy
The corners of your mouth are more silent, that is the secret of fate, you can not say
Just bear, bear, let the notches of the pen deepen
To get, and to give up
In order to live, you ask yourself to die, to die completely
This is you, and you have found me from one calamity after another
Test me, make my life ache suddenly
From snow to snow, I was in the mud of Beijing
Read your poems on the bus, I'm in my heart
Shout out those noble names
Those exiles, sacrifices, witnesses, those
Souls that meet in the tremor of the Mass
Those shining in death, and mine
Own land! Tears in the eyes of the northern livestock
Maple leaves burning in the wind
The darkness and hunger in the stomachs of the people, how can I
All this aside to talk about myself
Just like you, endure more intense wind and snow
in order to hold your Russia, yours
Larissa, that beautiful one that can no longer be hurt
Yours, can't believe the miracle
With the chill of snow, right in front of you!
There is also the autumn of Levitan illuminated by candlelight
Death, praise, sin in Pushkin's poems
Spring has arrived, and the vast expanse of land is naked black
Turn your soul towards all this, poet
This is suffering, the supreme law that arises from the bottom of the heart
It's not suffering, it's what you ultimately take on
Still unstoppable, come looking for us
Discover us: it is demanding a symmetry
Or a requiem that is more stirring than the echo
And how do we deserve to go to your grave?
This is a disgrace! It's winter in December in Beijing
This is the sadness, the inquiry and the questioning in your eyes
Like the bells, it oppressed my soul
It's pain, it's happiness, to say it
I need to fill my life with ice and snow
