Malamei poetry selection ｜ Lin Ze's fairy, let us make the changing memories round

Stefan Mara American is a symbolic poet and proseist in France. Born in a family of officials in Paris. The 1876 work "The Wood's afternoon" caused a sensation in the French poetry. Since then, the poetry salon held by Stefang Marame at home has become the most famous salon in the French cultural community at that time. Couples and so on. Because the salon was held on Tuesday, it was called "Malame on Tuesday". He is also a representative of early symbolism poetry as Ellen and Paul Weierren.

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Summer sorrow

The sun, on the beach, oh, the sleeping female fighter,

Heat the tired bath water, your blond hair

The aroma on your hostile face,

Also mixed Aiquan and tears.

Then, then, then

This white light is temporarily weakened

Makes you sad, oh, I kiss timidly,

"We will never just be the ancient desert

And the dead man lying down under the palm of happiness! "

Then, then, then

But your hair is a warm little river, where there is

Wandering our restless souls disappeared indifferently

You are not familiar with the death of the water!

Then, then, then

I will taste the fat powder of your tears,

See if it can make your heart

It becomes as ruthless as the blue sky and the stone.

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sea ​​breeze

The flesh is so sad, oh! Wanjuan books are also read.

escape! Only escape! I know the intoxication of the seabird:

The non -acquainted smoke waves fly to the sky again!

No, I can't call back anything, let the ancient garden

I want to call back this heart when reflected in my eyes,

Call it to go to the sea to Shen Yan, let the lone lanterns,

Night! The empty paper reflects the white cover,

Due to the young woman holding the child.

I'm going! The ship, adjust your Hangzhou mast,

Pull up the anchor and go to find a foreign scenery.

A boredom, how many times I hope to blow,

Also attached to the last farewell of several handkerchiefs!

But maybe it may attract the mast of the storm,

Which day will also fall to an unexpected tide,

I do n’t see the canopy, and I do n’t see the onion island ...

But heart, listen, how well the sailors sing!

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Space

Eternal Space's clear ridicule

The poet who is as beautiful as flowers and weak

Unbearable, he through sadness

The barren desert, curse your own talents.

Then, then, then

Escape, close my eyes, I feel space

Watch me with shocking guilt,

My heart is empty. Where can I escape? What is scared night

Can the fragments throw to this sad contempt?

Then, then, then

Fog, let's rise! Monoly your ashes

The long fog of the 褴褛 和 和 和 和 和

The heavenly drooling heaven of the autumn marsh

Build a huge and peaceful Hua Gai!

Then, then, then

You, dear trouble from Wanghe

I found some silt and pale reed bamboo along the way,

In order to use the hands that never tirelessly, the bird

The large blue cave that was maliciously blocked one by one.

Then, then, then

and also! May the chimney of sad autumn keep

Smoke, charcoal black like floating cells

Drag the terrible black mist

Cover the dim yellow sun!

Then, then, then

—— Cangtian is dead. ——The I run towards you.

Oh, material,

Let him forget the sin and cruelty,

Share here in the martyr

Happy livestock lying on the grass.

Then, then, then

Since my empty brain is the final image

Cosmetic box thrown on the corner,

Can't dress up my cry anymore,

I would like to yawn sadly on the grass, facing the dark death ...

Then, then, then

What are the use! The space wins, I hear it

Sing in Zhongli. Ah, my soul,

Also sounded, the abominable victory made me even more scared,

It comes from or lively metal, wearing blue bells!

Then, then, then

It passes through the fog, and it still looks like before

Such as a sharp sword, pierce your instinct's pain;

Where is the escape from this useless sinful resistance?

I was entangled. Space! Space! Space! Space!

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Bell

In the morning, clear and deep atmosphere in the morning,

When the morning bell wakes up, a crisp sound is made,

Floating the child's head, the child is happy and joyful

Three hours of sutra in smoked grass and Baili incense,

Then, then, then

The bird's head plundered the birds reflected in Chaoyang,

It rides on the stone tied to the ancient bell rope,

Worrying about Guladin's prayer,

Only the distant Ding Dang's sound was heard.

Then, then, then

I am such a person. well! In the night of hope,

I rose the ideal bell of my ideal bell,

The loyal wings play in the cold sin,

Then, then, then

The sound of the sound is just intermittent and empty!

However, one day, I was tired when I was in vain,

Oh, Satan, I will move this stone and hang up.

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Return spring

The early spring of the sickness rang the winter

Drive away, clear winter, the season of bright art,

In my body that I am dominated by melancholy blood vessels

Unable to stretch laziness, yawning long.

Then, then, then

The pale dusk is warm in front of me

The iron circle is like an ancient grave with my head

Sadly, I roam after the dim dream,

Stepping on the field, a vitality is rippling there

Then, then, then

Then, I fell into the tree incense weak

Dig a cave with your face and install my dream,

I bite the warm earth that grows lilac,

Then, then, then

I was at a loss, waiting for the trouble to rise ...

——The space laughed on the fence, and there were many wake -up birds, which were facing the sun.

sigh

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My soul, quiet sister, fly to your forehead,

The autumn covered with freckles is leisurely in that dream,

Flying to your angel -like eyes, floating clouds,

Just like the white fountain in the melancholy garden

Loyal, sigh towards space!

——The October 恻 —— to the pale and pure October,

The boundlessly reflected in the space is shown in a huge pond,

It makes the dim sunrise on the dead water

Drag the long light, the dead leaves are there

Follow the wind and draw a cold Ligou.

Pasto's afternoon

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Shepherd:

Lin Ze's fairy, I wish them eternal life.

How clear

Then, then, then

The flesh color they talked about flying in the air,

The air is overwhelming.

Then, then, then

Do I love a dream?

My doubts are like a bunch of ancient night black shadows

End in countless fine branches, but still real woods,

I dedicated it to myself when I proved lonely ——

well! A bouquet of ideal illusion of roses.

Let us think ...

Then, then, then

Maybe the female image of your review

It's just that you draw your virtual wish!

Where is the shepherd, the illusion is from the purest daffodil

The blue and cold eyes are like tears in the spring,

Another of her comparison, but sighed endlessly,

Do you think it is like the harmony of your wool in summer?

No, there is no such thing! In the silence and drowsiness,

If you want to resist in the cool morning, you will be suffocated by the summer heat,

Is there any sound of water? Only my reed

Sprinkle the chord to the bushes; the only wind

Blow out from the double -tube reed flute quickly,

Before it turns into a drought and rain, sprinkle all over the flute,

Along the horizon that does not move along the wrinkles,

This visible, artificial inspiration,

The only wind returned to heaven quietly.

Ah, the bank of Sicily, the quiet Ze State,

Fight up by my vanity and the fire of the sun,

You have default under the spark of bloom, please testify:

"Just as I cut the hollow reed stalks here

"And use the genius to domesticate it, the green green in the distance

‘Shining with golden brilliance, dedicate the vine to the spring water,

"There is a piece of animal white there, ready to rest,

As soon as I heard the prelude to the birth of reed flute, it sounded leisurely,

A group of swans was shocked -no! It's a fairy

run away

"Or sneak into the water ..."

Then, then, then

Everything is grilled and grilled,

Can't see the pursuit of the pursuit as much as you want so many marriages

Why can I escape all of my skills?

So I only have the enthusiasm for the first time, stand upright,

In the ancient light flow, the single shadow is only under,

Lily flower! There is the most innocent among you.

Then, then, then

In addition to this sweetness, their lips have not spread anything,

Except for the soft voice to ensure the kiss of the belief.

My chest (testimony of testimony) can prove:

There is a mysterious injury left with dignified teeth,

But, let's do it! Who does such a mystery tell?

Only the double -tube reeds played to the sky,

It turns the confusion on its face to itself,

Dreaming in the long -lasting solo, dreaming of the two of us together

Pretend to be shy to tease the beauty around,

Let the songs that Mei and we trust dodge each other;

Make the song melodious like singing love,

From the usual dream, the pure waist and back--

I closed my eyes, but my eyes followed it tightly-

Let the loud, illusory, monotonous line disappear.

Then, then, then

Ah, cunning reed, escape instrument, try!

You can raise the flowers again and wait for my lake!

I am proud of being noisy, and I want to preach the goddess for a long time;

Also use idol worship brushes and colors

Remove the skirt from their shadow again.

So when I sucked the light in the grapes,

In order to dispel the regret that I pretended to be eliminated,

I laughed at the sky of the summer moxibustion and raised it to it

A string of empty grapes, blowing into the shiny grape skin,

I was greedy and drunk, and I see them until the evening.

Then, then, then

Oh, Lin Ze's fairy, let us return the change to 100 million

Blowing circle:

"My eyes penetrate the reeds and shoot to the fairy's neck,

"When they immerse their burning in waves,

"Rush a anger to the forest,

"So their hair is like a brilliant bath

"Hidden people's tremor and glimmer of jasper!

"I'm here; ah, I saw it next to my feet

"Two fairy (because of the two sorrows of the separation))

"Sleeping between the arms of the adventure;

"I didn’t solve their hugs, and they grabbed them,

"Ben Jin's hated shrubbitty,

"Here, the roses are all aromatic in the sun,

"Here, our playful can be with the burning day

elephant. "

I admire you, the virgin's anger, ah, joy-

The shy Kanle comes from the sacred and naked heavy lotus,

They slipped away and escaped my fire's lips,

Lips are trembling lightning! Study on the secret of the physical secret:

From ruthless her feet to shy her heart,

The wet purity abandoned them at the same time, -

I wonder if it is a fanatic tears, or is it indifferent?

"When I conquered the terror of betrayal,

"My sin is to solve the two goddesses

Essence The kiss of entanglement is difficult to distinguish;

"When I just want to take a fire of laughter

"Hidden into the ups and downs of a goddess,

(At the same time, look at the other with one finger--

"The naive sister who hasn't flooded,

"I want to make my sister's passion also stain her Bai Yu,)

"Who expected, my arms became false due to the death of fainting,

"My hunting acquisition suddenly broke free, so I didn't say goodbye,

"Love, no mercy, I drunk."

Then, then, then

Go with her! Others will lead me to blessing,

Turn their braids with the horns on my head.

You know, my passion is familiar and red,

Each pomegranate bursts and buzzes of bees,

Our blood is in love with the person who captures it,

The eternal bee colony of wishes rolled.

When this forest is stained with gold and gray,

A festive fanaticism between the dead leaves:

Etner volcano! Venus is just here to find you,

Her sincere heel embarked on your fiery magma,

The sad dream thunder is more than, and its flames gradually disappear.

I caught the fairy!

Then, then, then

Punishment that can't escape ...

No, just,

The heavy body and empty heart

Slowly succumb to the proud silence at noon.

In powerless, we should lie down on the thirsty beach.

Go to bed quickly, and forget the stupidity of blasphemy,

I also love to open my mouth, facing Wan Ying's star to wine!

Farewell, fairy; I will see the shadow of you.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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