Moving Soul Classic Poetry (5)
“I Have Seven Times Despised My Soul”
Gabriel Kuri
The first time, when it could have advanced, it pretended to be humble;
The second time, when it was empty, it filled it with lust;
The third time, between difficulty and ease, it chose ease;
The fourth time, it made a mistake, but comforted itself by saying that others would also make mistakes;
The fifth time, it freely surrendered weakness and considered it to be life’s resilience;
The sixth time, when it scorned a ugly face, it did not know that it was itself a mask in its face;
The seventh time, it turned aside in the mud of life, unwilling, yet fearful;
“Remembrance of Things Past”
Yu Guangzhong
Childhood
‘Nostalgia is a small postage stamp’
‘I am here’
‘My mother is there’
Growing up
‘Nostalgia is a narrow ticket’
‘I am here’
‘The bride is there’
Later
‘Nostalgia is a small, narrow grave’
‘I am out there’
‘My mother is inside’
Now
‘Nostalgia is a shallow sea’
‘I am here’
‘The mainland is there’
“Essays”
Zang Kejia
Life is forever chasing illusions;
But who sees the illusion as an illusion?
He has fallen into the boundless sea of suffering!
“The Road Not Taken”
“Robert Frost”
Yellow forests divided into two roads,
Unfortunately, I cannot explore both at once,
I stood at the crossroads for a long time,
I looked along one road into the depths of the forest,
Until it disappeared into the depths of the forest.
But I chose another road,
It was overgrown with weeds and very quiet,
It seemed more alluring and beautiful,
Although on both small paths,
There were few footprints of travelers,
Although that morning, the leaves were scattered on the ground,
Both roads were unpolluted by footprints,
Let one road wait until another day!
But I know that the path is endless,
I fear I will never return;
Perhaps many years later in some place,
I will quietly sigh and recall the past,
A forest divided into two roads,
And I chose the road with fewer footprints.
Thus, it determined my life’s path.
