Spring And Summer 11 poetry-Classic Chinese Poetry By Japanese

Hello everyone! I am a Japanese poet who composes classic Chinese poetry.
I want to create a link across East Asia through Kanji culture. Kanji has been the key to governing East Asia since ancient times. Even if the spoken language is not understood, the Kanji characters are understood. Thus, from Mongolia to Vietnam or from Korea to Ryukyu,
it was possible to create an order symbolized by the "tribute system".
I do not agree with the imperialism of modern Europe, America, and Japan that invaded China. Therefore, I also criticize the invasion of countries surrounding China by China.
In China, there is a philosophy from ancient times that says, "rule the barbarians using culture (soft power)." China has been spreading this diplomatic vision.
I want everyone to feel the beauty of classic Chinese literature through my poetry.
East Asia is one. East Asia was originally a community. Kanji will become
that key.

「Inscribed on a Painting of Peach Blossoms」

Red flowers part the blue sky,
New branches sprout during the Qingming Festival.
The spring sun is slow and warm,
Yet in the human world, there is no end to conflict.

(Red flowers depart the blue sky. New branches bear fruit during the Qingming festival. The spring sun is slow and warm. But, there is much conflict in the world.)

「Inscribed on a Painting of Xiapu」

Lake winds wash the stones, water blows against the branches,
Willow branches flutter, and the waves are dangerous.
My eyes reach a thousand miles to the west,
In the mist, the green mountains inspire good poetry.

(Lake wind washes the stones and water blows against the branches. Willow branches are fluttering and the waves are dangerous. I look far away to the west and I can compose good poetry from the blue mountains in the mist.)

「Inscribed on a Painting of Tulips」

When the bees first fly, the calyxes are pure white,
Yesterday's spring rain made the purple and red bloom.
How many years have passed since I fell ill?
But when I paint, I am free from sickness.

(When bees first fly, the flowers are white. Yesterday there was rain and many flowers bloomed. How many years have passed since I became ill? But I am fine when I am painting.)

「Written in a Car」

In this world, those who can concede are rare,
Do not be a person who feels trapped by the sky.
If you walk timidly, your feelings have no direction,
If you force your heart, you will not find the truth.

(In the world, people who can concede to others are very few. But do not belittle yourself. If you belittle yourself, your true heart will not allow it. If you correct your heart, it becomes true.)

「Occasional Poem After Rain」

After the rain, the roses are white,
By the roadside, the branches are deep green.
Without worry, I look from my bicycle,
I do not regret not seeing the sun.

(After the rain, the roses are white. The branches by the road are green. There is no worry while looking from my bicycle. I do not blame the fact that the sun has not yet come out.)

「Seaside Courtyard」

Jagged pavilions carry low clouds,
Blue-green branches sway in the sea breeze.
Alone at the railing, I watch the courtyard,
Two or three children play, not forming a crowd.

(Irregular buildings are topped by low clouds. Blue grasses bend in the sea breeze. I watch the courtyard from the railing, two or three children are playing without forming a crowd.)

「Sighing at Advertisements」

Wherever I go in the car, there are advertisements,
Alcohol and lust are displayed in windows, urging me to spend money.
Drunk, I don't know south from north, lost in desire,
Fighting for wealth, I wish to return to seven years ago.

( There are advertisements everywhere on the train.
He wants to stick ads about alcohol and sex on the train window
and let people spend money.
People get drunk, forget north and south, and want to return to how things were 7 years ago.)

「Mother's Joy at Returning to Youth」

Listening to good music on my phone, I rest my eyes on the green peaks.
My mother suffered from a chronic illness, but the doctor's benevolence has restored her rosy complexion.
Carrying precious gifts, we are now returning to our home.
Can this undutiful son ever repay her? The southern wind is already gentle.
The earth is compliant and boundless; heaven is healthy and constant.
I finish my poem and look out the window, about to reach my home mountains.

(I listen to music on my phone, watch the blue hills, and relax my eyes.
My mother suffered from an old complaint, but now the doctor has healed it and she has recovered. Now we are bringing gifts and are about to return home.
So, can this undutiful son repay her or not?
Mother, who enjoys the southern wind, is now relaxed. The earth is obedient and unlimited.
Heaven is healthy and infinite. I finish composing and look out the window.
The train is about to reach my home.)

「Thinking of the Three Righteous Men at Sanuma Marsh」

For many years I have wanted to go to Sanuma Marsh.
Today I arrived after crossing the Kokaigawa River.
I have come to know the three benevolent men who opened the irrigation channels.
Now, living beneath their graves, I still feel sorrow.

(For many years I have wanted to go to Sanuma Marsh.
Today I crossed the Kokaigawa River and reached here.
Then I learned of the three brave men who opened the irrigation channel
in this country and helped the people during the Edo period.
Now they may be sad beneath their tombs.)

「Listening to the Rain in the Deep Night of Midsummer」

The evening rain is dark and rustling.
A dim lamp reflects red in the mirror.
I alone hear the wonderful sounds of nature.
Sleepiness enters through the window.

(The night rain is dark. The faint light reflecting on the mirror is red.
I hear the beautiful sounds of nature. And sleepiness enters from the window.)

「Occasional Poem on a Rainy Day」

Beautiful rain falls on a thousand villages.
The bright window illuminates my room.
The rustling sound of raindrops.
Hidden in the clouds, the sun cannot be seen.

(Beautiful rain falls on many villages. The window light illuminates my room.
The sound of raindrops is drip, drip. Behind the clouds, I cannot see the sun.)

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