Late summer ukiyo-e
Afternoon floating soil
Awareness fumigated by moisture
Several people were biting into other people's food
While reaching out and fiddling with the dial, I wanted to freeze time.
Time seems to be frozen here
The cornices are always high-spirited
What hangs low is the canopy
What is hidden behind the stormy pupils?
Gradually it became clear that we had made waiting for each other too painful
In addition to rejecting degenerate code words and nice names
My hands are empty, even the will to run seems extravagant
The change of seasons is the minimum form of heroism
Just because you dance with your pen as a sword
Moving solemnly under the starry sky
The poem shared today comes from "Late Summer Ukiyo-e", which Chen Jianli created about three years ago. With extremely tense and crazy brushstrokes, it renders the depressing and depressing atmosphere of the end of the season: degenerate creatures tending to savagery, a doomsday mood enveloped by storms, stagnant time and seasons, and the willpower to exert change...
we are besieged in summer
Unable to escape or unwilling to escape?
stormy pupils
What are you staring at?
The courage to use the pen as a sword
What kind of heroism is that?
Introduction to the poet
Chen Jianli: The driving force for writing poetry has become unstoppable after being suppressed and scrutinized several times. It was summoned by the ancient saints and sages, and now it begins to prepare for the summons. It is ignited by drama and ignites drama. It battles with the image over and over again and then rushes to freedom together. It blooms into language and melts its ice in order to awaken it.
Yes, write poetry.
At the same time, we also provide translated English, German and French versions of the poem, and maintain the original style and rhythm of the poem to the greatest extent during the translation process.
When reading, readers can also feel the uniqueness and commonality of the poem in different language contexts.
English Version
In the afternoon, the floating soil
Awakened by the damp and suffocating air
Some people tearing at others' food
While they fiddle with the dials, hoping to freeze time
Time seems to freeze in place
Roofed corners always reach high
The sky hanging low overhead
What secrets hide behind stormy eyes?
We've waited too long for each other, painfully so
Only the whispers of resistance and the sweetest names remain
I stand here with nothing, even the will to run is a luxury
The cyclical change of seasons the barest form of heroism
But you wield your pen like a sword, dancing fiercely
In solemn strides beneath the starry sky.
Deutsche Version
Nachmittags im schwebenden Staub
Entschluss von Dunst umhüllt
Einige beißen in das Essen anderer
Während sie an der Uhrzeit drehen
um die Zeit einzufrieren
Die Zeit scheint eingefroren zu sein
Die Dachkanten sind hoch
Tief ist der Himmel
Hinter den Augen der Stürme
Was versteckt sich dort?
Es wird immer deutlicher, dass wir einander zu lange warten lassen haben
Nur geheime Worte und schöne Namen bleiben, um den Verfall zu verweigern
Ich habe leere Hände und selbst der Wille zum Laufen scheint luxuriös
Die vier Jahreszeiten wechseln, ein Minimum an Heldentum
Denn du tanzst mit einem Stiftschwert
Feierlich unter dem Sternenhimmel wandernd.
Version française
L'après-midi de terre flottante
La révélation dégagée par l'humidité
Quelques personnes mordent la nourriture des autres
Tout en tournant les aiguilles de la montre, espérant figer le temps
Le temps se fige apparemment
Les toits volants sont toujours altiers
Le ciel est couvert
Les pupilles des tempêtes cachent quelque chose?
Graduellement, nous avons tous attendu trop longtemps l'un pour l'autre
Sauf des paroles secrètes pour refuser de dégénérer et de beaux noms
Je suis les mains vides, même la volonté de courir me semble luxueuse
Le changement des saisons est un minimum d'héroïsme
Juste parce que tu utilises ta plume comme une épée pour danser
En déplaçant fermement tes pas sous les étoiles.
About a certain late summer in my memory
About the coming unformed late summer
What impressions and expectations do you have?
It may have the smell of humid water mist from the indoor air conditioner, the unique sweetness after the soles of the feet step on the soil, the fishy saltiness of the surface of sea water that is so calm that it tends to solidify and evaporates after being exposed to high temperatures
Or flowers that bloom too much and then wither, or popsicle juice that melts in the palm of your hand
The unrealistic waiting for a rain, the people disappearing with the summer for no reason, the desires killed or aroused by autumn
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