Make a chinese poem (The winner will get $100000 in prison)

you can just write a short poem but it have to be chinese and more than 20word
I will choose 1 winner

 

Get freakin Google translate here.

 

Is this your homework?

 

no it just for fun i just wan to know how many chinese people are playing on mineverse

 

i will know if you are useing Google translate.
hmm but okay if you want to use it.

 

Light mists and heavy clouds,

melancholy the long dreary day,

In the golden censer

the burning incense is dying away.

It is again time

for the lovely Double Ninth festival;

The coolness of midnight

penetrates my screen of shear silk

and chills my pillow of jade.



After drinking wine after twilight

under the chrysanthemum hedge,

My sleeves are perfumed

by the faint fragrance of the plants.

Oh, I cannot say it is not enchanting,

Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain,

I see that I am more gracile

than the yellow flowers.

 

I had to look up some examples to help me make a poem :D

 

I think mineverse is English only, you won't see much other language stuff. Spanish maybe, French sometimes. My mom immigrated from Hong Kong back when it was a British colony, so she speaks Chinese. (Never does, me and my sibling laugh at her :3)

 

I'm part Chinese and I'm on the server, If you need any help by any chance, come find me in-game.

-SmexyWilsonX

 

:D it a good one but need the chinese one

 

This is the wrong section.

 

uh, translate here I come :D

 

Chinese Traditional:

薄霧輕和重雲，
惆悵漫長沉悶的一天，
在金色香爐
燒香時逐漸消失。
這是再一次
為可愛的重陽節;
午夜的涼意
穿透我剪絲印
和畏寒我的玉枕。

黃昏後，後飲葡萄酒
根據菊花的對沖，
我的袖子芬芳
通過植物的淡淡的清香。
哦，我不能說這是不妖嬈，
只是，當西風攪動幕，
我看到我比較薄束
比黃色的花朵。

Chinese Simplified (Small changes)

薄霧輕和重雲，
惆悵漫長沉悶的一天，
在金色香爐
燒香時逐漸消失。
這是再一次
為可愛的重陽節;
午夜的涼意
穿透我剪絲印
和畏寒我的玉枕。

黃昏後，後飲葡萄酒
根據菊花的對沖，
我的袖子芬芳
哦，我不能說這是不妖嬈，
只是，當西風攪動幕，
我看到我比較薄束
比黃色的花朵。

 

Also, please excuse the errors as this was translated from Google :P

 

I NEED MONEY!!!

 

'Fair, fair,' cry the ospreys

On the island in the river.

Lovely is this noble lady,

Fit bride for our lord.



In patches grows the water mallow:

To left and right one must seek it.

Shy was this noble lady;

Day and night he sought her.



Sought her and could not get her;

Day and night he grieved.

Long thoughts, oh, long unhappy thoughts,

Now on his back, now tossing on to his side.



In patches grow the water mallow;

To left and right one must gather it.

Shy is this noble lady;

With great zithern and little we hearten her.

 

Hmm.. When is the dead line?

 

K den :3

 

this is to hard