苏菲翻译Translation

Yasrab (In the memory of a daughter buried alive in Pre-Islamic times.) O! Father where are we going to? Bazaar! What will you buy for me? Doll, toys...

[China] Dazang The Bird Nest The Bird Nest By climbing the train's window, she is taking a picture of the scenery outside The faster the train goes, the more the scenery is swept to the wilderness

[土耳其]迪莱克•德哥里 《疲惫的航船》 窗子一直开到舱内 夜晚是只黑天鹅 她沉默不语，厌倦了悲哀 沉默的余光里 一只蜘蛛突然醒来 捣毁了自己的网 窗外，逝去的时光 在哭泣

[Shaanxi] Li Xiaoluo Save Me Save my vegetables, grains and fruits Save my books, writing paper and ink Save my wearing silk, my lipstick, and my perfume Save my phone calls and save my wearing jewelry Save my car so let the road more spacious Save my house, and take my father in

[China] Dazang I've never wanted to possess you —The Elegy of the Lyre No. 6 I've never wanted to possess you, a piece of exquisite artifact You're only suitable for pouring into my enamored soul But not for being profaned; in front of you I just want to be your reach things

【China】Wang Guozhen Love My Life I don’t want to think about whether I will succeed or not Since I have chosen to go to a place far away I’m surely absorbed in marching forward regardless of hardship I don’t want to think about whether I will win my love or not

[Guangdong] Laodao The Next Life If I may choose In my next life, I would be an ant How nice to be an ant A crack may be his family A tiny tree may be his country Only don’t to be a cattle, horse and pest

[JiLin] Liu Dianrong I am sitting on the clouds Alone Sitting on the clouds I foolishly Think of the ups and downs of the far away ridge Think of the ebb and flow of the nearby river bed Think the grass is hanging with crystal tears or not Think the flowers are in their graceful clothes or not

[Guangdong] DongDangzi Reed Flute I created her image by a kind of sound; In Dong Dangzhou, everyone has this capability To create their lovers by the kind of sound; With catkins flying, in dense reeds Everyone can chip the reed flute, and play with it; On their fingers, a few cuts must be left.

It seems that I’ve met another myself Lao Chao In the deep night Lights flickering in the street A middle-aged man Judging from his clothes, as I look at me He lives at the bottom of society. Walking, he does not see me He said something while he walked His voice is so low, which only he can hear As he said, he had a smile from time to time