China DOS Union

“I”
Give me a lonely summer noon
So I may savor that cup of clear tea
When the osmanthus buds are about to slowly grow drunk
I ask
Give me a lonely summer noon
My beloved may walk into that conifer grove
The cicadas in the conifer grove cry
The cicada song in the conifer grove is
A dark green all of longing

Last night
In the grove mottled with moon shadows
My beloved, with snow-white skirts and jet-black
hair, and eyes like autumn waters,
moved softly through it

Give me a lonely summer noon
So I may go see that first-blooming lotus
By the pond where the bank grass lies dim and forlorn
There is my
my beloved, beautiful as poetry,
and understanding as a flower that speaks

“II”
At dawn I saw a whole pond of misty rain
Only then did I know I have wandered to the ends of the earth for you
These few bouts of midnight haste and the melancholy after them
I always dream that in the moonshadow among the clouds, you
have new white hairs for me
When the deep night gradually fades
The cuckoo has finished crying
Outside the curtain the grass is green again
And at this moment, I know your snow-colored cheeks
must bear traces
of tears
Please forgive me, my beloved
I cannot
I cannot personally
—wipe them away for you

You, my sleepless one,
are the lotus in my years
In the days when you and I had not yet met
even a whole garden of roses held no flower of mine

“III”
In a former life, you
were that
pleasure-loving woman on the Han River
In a former life, I
was that
man on the Han bank
seeking your pendant
After you vanished in an instant
Buddha pitied my deep longing
And so, in the thousands of years
that followed
if you are the wind
I am the rain
if you are the moon
I am the cloud
if you leave behind a stretch of emptiness
I will stand still for a thousand years in wild devotion

You of former years, were you also
dressed in white, fair as snow, like this?
You of former years, did you also
wear such long hair, dark enough to shame ink?
And in this life
at the moment when the night mist first rises
you are the nameless flower in this night that understands words
I am the light dewdrop on your petals and leaves
condensed from a thousand years of wishes
At the moment when the night mist first rises
I long to
gently draw you into my arms

“IV”
My love, did you hear last night
the croaking frogs by the green-grass pond
My love, did you hear last night
the chill pulse of my heart after that frog-song
My love, did you imagine last night
the fallen flowers drifting in the wind
My love, did you imagine last night
the desolation after the flowers fell
Thinking of you at this moment
through all the years, all the years to come
—thinking of you, you are
the one waiting quietly
within my wordless tears
Your little boat is
on the river where the moon hangs

My love, if you
if you are turning back now
turning back to those days
when we walked together beneath the moon
I will, I will cherish you well
Longing is a blue moon
it shines on me and shines on you
My love, are you
at this moment
also thinking of me in tender tender pulses

Do not adorn feeling with heartlessness / even now / still pitying the flower’s shadow / one person alone cannot make a scene / still less walk alone / one thread of parting sorrow / how much idle grief / ten thousand kinds of feeling / let the green peaks gather / do not delay the message from the beauty / if unspoken / then let mountains and waters be the pledge / entrusted to others to bring

The curtain lifts on the fresh green of the splendid courtyard / the wind in a few strands of willow silk / besides, the tryst before the lamp / and yesterday’s drizzling night rain /
so much / so much / only asking after the broken chrysanthemums in the clay pot

“V”
Once there was rain, wandering
bringing down the lingering grace of “Han Guang” from a thousand years ago
Beloved, my thoughts of you
together with this dream-curtain
grow dim
—dimly so
At this time, my love, I want to hear your voice like zither music
I want to hear every beat within your heart
I want to see your eyes like a deep pool
I want to see
the tenderness now in your eyes
Time will halt at this moment
with a gentle heart
bright eyes
romantic poems
Time will begin at this moment
with drifting flowers
a shining moon
hands folded in prayer
My love, you do not know how
bright the moon is tonight
What I have shed for you is far more than flower petals

“VI”
Last night, who made me
look
at the sky full of stars, and
the stars were like your eyes
The wind on the plain turned a new willow green
This tryst
is my long waiting
Whenever a passerby goes by
I, full of hope, keep turning my head
And when I turn back
I never see you, ah
Beloved, my eyes
become, like that night mist,
equally light with sorrow
Let me draw on this cigarette
Though I know full well
it cannot hold back my longing for you
Still I want to watch
that pale blue smoke slowly rise
and gather into your beautiful, bashful face
The flower of youth will pause for you
The river flows
right by my side
Whose zither is sounding
here
beneath the flowers and before the wine cup

Beloved, at this moment
I spin my longing into an unbound wind
thinking that in this way
it can reach your side
and stand there as a silent green pine

“VII”
I sit here in June
before this window overflowing with fragrance
gazing past those walls grown thick with angelica grass
Beloved, I can hear
your drifting footsteps like night mist
lingering somewhere
There the little path is wild with moss
and butterflies dance in fluttering grace
Please wait for me to walk with you, beloved
In such a dim forest
you will not see a single morning star
Beloved, please wait for me to walk with you
You will be able to hear
my footsteps drawing near
You will be able to see
my eyes blurred by longing
Beloved, please wait for me
wait for me to go with you side by side

I stand here by this misty river waiting for you
thinking far away of that dream borrowed in advance
and so I stand here waiting
until my white hair grows into clouds over a thousand xun
red vines and crimson creepers winding over my body
summer insects mingling with the boat-song
I heard
a fisherman rowing the river moon and his boat

Not bad, but the tone is too low and melancholy. I'll give you a ci poem I wrote before:
Joy of Meeting
Once I traveled ten thousand li on distant roads,
through several springs and autumns.
Do not sigh that aspirations are high while the years are short,
the water flows east.
A true man,
with a vajra heart, clear and exquisite.
The roc spreads its wings against the wind,
a splendid future!!!

Not many people are replying.
That shows it wasn't written very well!

What the master wrote is so true and heartfelt, how could it be bad?
Please post more and share them with everyone.

I really want to write, but sadly I no longer have that kind of mood...
Thanks for allul*'s support!

You really are a true master...
Just like what Electric Guitar Invasion wrote,
“After reading this thread, I didn't reply right away, because I was afraid my vulgar and unbearable reply would sully one of the rare posts on the Internet. But I still replied, because I felt that if I couldn't leave my screen name behind such a wonderful post, I would not rest in peace even in death! How proud it is to be able to leave my screen name behind such a wonderful post! OP, please forgive my selfishness!”
Ordinary people probably wouldn't dare reply.
But I still replied, please forgive my selfishness, hehe...
And let me quote one more line:
“OP, you must keep working hard!”