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Hu Shi (1891-1962), formerly known as Hu Si Mi, published his article "Ruminations on Literary Improvement" in New Youth in February 1917, which was written before he returned to China, proposing eight things for literary improvement. He published a collection of poems, including Trying to Collect (1920) and Hu Shih Poems (1989). Other works include Hu Shi Wen Cun (1921), Hu Shi Wen Cun Er Jie (1924), Hu Shi Wen Cun San Jie (1930), Hu Shi Wen Cun Recent Writings on Literature (1935), and so on. After his death, Hu Shih's manuscripts, Hu Shih's Selected Works, and Hu Shih's Oral Autobiography were published in Taiwan. Academic works include Outline of the History of Chinese Philosophy (Volume 1), The Philosophy of Dai Dongyuan, The Legacy of Monk Shenhui, Biography of Master Shenhui of Heze, The Book of King Huainan, and Speaking of Confucians.

Butterflies On the Lake Dreams and Poems Old Crow A Red Leaf in the Heavy Snow on the Road of Three Creeks The Night of April 25 A Robbed Star A Thought The Night of November 24 Hope The Moonlit Night of Secret Devil's Cliffs Also Weak Clouds The Ninth Night of October in the Western Hills Returning to New York City from New York City's Capital City (Albany) Sent to a Friend in Beiping Untitled

Butterflies

Two Yellow Butterflies, Both Flying Up to the Sky.

For some reason, one suddenly flew back.

The one left behind is lonely and pitiful.

It's too lonely to go up to the sky.

On the lake

One firefly on the water,

One firefly in the water,

Flat rows,

Gently,

Hitting the side of our boat flew by.

The two of them flew closer and closer,

and gradually became one.

Dreams and poems

are common experiences,

are common shadows,

which by chance come to dreams,

and change into as many novelties as they can!

All the usual emotions,

All the usual words,

Occasionally bumping into a poet,

How many novel verses have been conjured up?

Drinking is the only way to know how strong the wine is,

loving is the only way to know how heavy it is;

you can't be my poem,

just as I can't be your dream.

The Old Crow

One

I get up early in the morning,

and stand on the corner of people's houses and mute my cries

They hate me and say that I am unlucky;

I can't murmur to please them!

Two

It is cold and windy, and there is no branch to rest on.

I have flown to and fro all day long, and all day long I have been cold and hungry.

I can't fly for others with my sheath;

I can't ask them to tie me to a bamboo pole to earn a handful of millet!

Sanxi Road, a red leaf in the snow

Snow color full of empty mountains, look up suddenly see you!

I somehow rejoice in my heart;

Tread the snow and pick it off, and clip it in a small book;

And I want to make a poem about the reason I rejoice.

It is not easy to write about this reason, and I put it aside when I draw out my pen.

1917

The night of April 25

Blowing out the lamp, I rolled open the window and let in the moonlight.

To this moonlight, I was taught how to sleep even if I wanted to!

I was about to get up and cover the window to bring out the moonlight, but I felt a bit sorry for the moon.

I have been talking about Wang Chong, Zhong Changtong, Aristotle, and Epicurus all day,......, almost forgetting myself!

Thanks for your attentive good month, mention me over the grief, over the love.

I will be a thousand thoughts, until the moon sets the sky, but also willing to willing!

I am afraid that tomorrow, the clouds will cover the sky and the wind will blow wildly, so I will not be able to find you!

1917

A star that was robbed

The Beijing National Gazette was the earliest to respond to the new thinking, but it was also the most criticized. In November of this year, it was closed down and its chief writer, Sun Jiayi, was arrested. On December 4, Sun was sentenced to 14 months in prison. I made this poem for this incident.

Hot!

And even less wind!

The light and thin horse's tasseled whiskers

don't move a muscle!

Easily a great star came out;

and we knew that the cool of the night would come:--

Still hot, still no wind,

only we were not annoyed in our hearts.

Suddenly a large black cloud

encircled the cool, bright star;

the cloud grew larger and larger,

and the star could no longer rush out!

The cloud grew larger and larger,

blocking out the day's brightness;

a gust of wind came,

and fistfuls of rain drenched down!

After the downpour,

the sky was full of stars.

The big star welcomed them,

and everyone said "The world is cooler!"

December 17, 1919

(From "The Book of Attempts")

One Thought

I laugh at you for the earth that goes around the sun, and makes only one pirouette a day and night;

I laugh at you for the moon that goes around the earth, and is not always reunited;

I laugh at you for the thousands and thousands of planets, large and small, that cannot jump out of their own tracks;

I laugh at you for the thousands and thousands of stars, large and small, that cannot jump out of their own tracks;

I laugh at you for the millions and millions of stars, large and small, that cannot jump out of their own tracks;

I laugh at your radio, which travels half a million miles a second, but is no match for the thought of my heart in my district

!

This thought of mine

went from the alley of bamboo poles to the tip of bamboo poles,

suddenly it was on the Hezhen River, suddenly it was on the shore of Lake Kaiyao,

If I were to be really hurtful to my heart and soul, I would have circled around the earth 30 million times a minute.

This is the first time that I have ever seen the world, but I have never seen the world!

(From New Literature - Poems)

Night of November 24

The shadow of the old acacia tree

wobbles on the moonlit ground;

There are still a few dry leaves on the date palm,

which at times make a kind of breathless sound.

The autumn colors of the western mountains beckoned me several times,

unfortunately I was held back by my illness.

Now they say I'm almost well,

that ethereal fall is long past.

1920

Hope

I came from the mountains,

with orchid grass,

and planted it in the little garden,

hoping it would bloom well.

Three times a day,

watching the flower,

watching the flowers,

anxious to see the flowers,

buds are not one.

Seeing that the fall has come,

Moving the flowers for the home;

Next year, the spring breeze will return,

Wishing you a pot full of flowers!

1921

Monthly Night at the Secret Devil's Cliff

It is still the time of the full moon,

it is still the quiet night on the empty mountain;

I am alone in the moonlight, and I have returned to the moon, and I can't understand how to solve my sadness.

I am not sure how to solve my sadness!

A pine wave on Cuiwei Mountain

shocked the silence of the empty mountain.

The mountain wind has blown the pine marks on the windowpaper,

but it hasn't blown away the silhouettes in my heart.

1923

Also the slightest cloud

Also the slightest cloud,

Also the moon is bright after the slightest cloud.

Only I don't see my traveling companion from last year,

and I don't have the mood of that day.

It's not like I'm going out to look at the moon,

It's not like I'm going out to look at the moon.

But the moon came in the window,

and caused me to think about each other all night.

1925

On the ninth night of October in the western mountains

It has been a long time since I have seen the stars so big,

nor have I felt them so close to me.

Autumn wind blew through seven or eight aspens on the hillside,

Making a burst of rain in a sky full of stars.

1931

From Albany, New York, back to New York City

Four hundred miles of the Hetch Hetchy River

flowed calmly down the New York Bay,

just like my teenage years,

once gone, never to return.

There were my poems on this river,

My dreams, my work, my love.

Destroyed like green water.

That which remains seems like green hills still standing.

1938

Sent to a friend in Peking

Mr. Zang Hui had a dream last night,

dreaming of an old monk eating tea in the bitter rain,

suddenly put down the tea bell and went out,

Piao Xiao medical battle south of the sky.

Isn't it hard to travel ten thousand miles to the south of heaven?

It is only for the wise that they can recognize weight and lightness.

When I woke up, I put on my clothes and opened the window,

who knows that I am a little bit lovesick at this time!

1938

Untitled

At the end of the telegram, he added a word,

which I was very happy to read.

The branches all look like they're going crazy after me.

The freezing wind blew and I didn't feel cold.

The wind is blowing!

Dead leaves, you can fly!

I want to think about him carefully,

because his word is "love"!

1941