Ancient poems on Halloween

-Happy, happy-

Polish milosz

In the silence of my favorite month,

October (maple red, oak bronze,

Ming Che's yellow is scattered on poplars),

I appreciate the pause of time.

The vast land of death begins in every place:

At the corner of the tree-lined path, opposite the park lawn.

But I didn't go in. I haven't been summoned yet.

The motorboat is on the river bank, and the path is among pine needles.

It was dark early, and there were no lights in other places.

I'm going to the dance of ghosts and witches.

A delegation in masks and wigs will be there,

Dance, not recognized, joins the chorus of the living.

Translated by Zhang Shuguang

Halloween (1 1 month 1 day)

-Happy, happy-

Louis Gluck, USA

Even now, the scenery is concentrating.

The hill darkened. bull

Sleeping in blue chains,

Tian

It's clean. The crops are tied up.

Bounce back flat and pile on the side of the road.

In the middle of plums, the toothed moon rises:

This is post-harvest or infectious disease.

Desolate.

The wife leaned out of the window.

Reach out your hand as if it were charity,

Seeds on the hand

Clear, golden, calling

come here

Come here, little guy.

The soul climbed out of the tree.

Translated by Xie Yanming

Dianjiangchun

-Happy, happy-

Huang Qing Ren Jing

Fine grass is empty, and cold rain pulls the wind.

A thin and lonely soul accompanies a person.

Lonely fountain, calling you tonight.

Vaguely see, ghost light a line, revealing the peach blossom face.

The Black Raven

-Happy, happy-

Mei Allen Poe

Once upon a time, on a gloomy midnight, I meditated alone, feeling lazy and tired.

In the face of many strange books that have long been forgotten;

When I began to doze off and almost fell asleep, there was a sudden knock.

It seems that someone is knocking at the door knocker in my room.

"Someone is coming," I muttered softly, "knocking at my knocker.

That's all, nothing else. "

Oh, I clearly remember it was in a windy and rainy December.

Every dying ash forms a shadow on the floor.

I am really looking forward to the next day-because I have been in vain.

I want to use books to eliminate my sadness and the sadness of losing Lenore.

Because the girl called Lenore by angels is beautiful and charming,