The Original and Translation of Bing Xin's Poem Stars

The full text of Bing Xin's poetry collection "Stars"

Bing Xin (1900 65438+10.5-128.2.999), female, formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in Changle District, Fuzhou City, Fujian Province. The following is the full text of Bing Xin's poetry collection Stars edited by Bian Xiao. Welcome to reading.

one

The stars shine—

Deep blue sky

Have you heard their conversation?

voicelessly

In the twilight

They praised each other deeply.

two

Childhood!

This is a fact in the dream.

This is a real dream.

Think of it with a tearful smile.

three

The trembling of thousands of hectares of land—

The dark edge of the island

The moon has risen.

the origin of life

Land of the dead!

four

Little brother!

Three bright and happy stars in my soul

mild

There is nothing to say.

Children in the soul!

five

dark

How to draw it deep?

Deep in the soul

The depths of the universe

A resting place in bright light

six

mirror

According to the opposite side

It feels unnatural.

Why don't you turn it over?

seven

Stay awake

Only lonely and angry people!

Gong listening to fortune telling

Break the fate of the world

eight

The residual flowers are attached to the branches.

The bird flew away.

Scattered all over the floor—

Is life just a glimpse?

nine

Dreams are the most deceptive!

clear

Honesty and integrity

I told you.

Secrets and worries in your soul

ten

Green shoots

Talk to young people

"Develop yourself!"

Pale white flowers

Talk to young people

"Contribute yourself!"

Crimson fruit

Talk to young people

"Sacrifice yourself!"

eleven

Infinite mystery

Where to find him?

After smiling

Before the word

Is an infinite mystery.

twelve

Humans!

Love each other.

We are all long-distance travelers.

Diana: Same destination.

thirteen

A corner of the city wall

blue sky

The extreme purpose is infinite-

That is, this is a world in heaven.

fourteen

We are all born babies.

Lying in the cradle of the universe

fifteen

Kid!

You can come to my garden.

Don't pick my flowers-

Look at the thorns of roses.

Stabbed your hand

sixteen

Young man!

For future memories.

Draw your present picture carefully.

seventeen

My friend!

Why do you say I'm "silent"

There used to be something in the world.

Beyond language and words

eighteen

Literati

Sow your seeds sincerely.

Find your fruit anytime, anywhere.

nineteen

my heart

Like a boat.

Crossing the fluctuating sea of time

twenty

Kuaile flower shop

In the hands of the god of fate

Find someone who is willing to give it all.

twenty-one

The strings outside the window have been plucked.

My heart!

Why is it just wrapped in the lingering sound?

This is the infinite sound of trees.

It's infinite moonlight.