It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.
If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.
Say it's acacia in the far sea, say it's lonely autumn sorrow.
2. The wall in the prison
If I die here,
Friends, don't be sad, I will live in your hearts forever.
One of you is dead, in a prison occupied by Japan.
You should always remember his deep hatred.
When he comes back, dig his injured limbs out of the soil.
Lift his soul with your triumphant cheers.
Then put his bones on the mountain peak, exposed to the sun and bathed in the wind.
This is his only dream in that dark and humid dungeon.
3. Rain Lane
When the weather is fine, it's time to take a walk on the path.
Muddy roads soaked by rain must be cool and gentle.
Showing off the new green grass, the dirt was washed away at once.
Little Chrysanthemum, who is no longer timid, slowly raised her head.
Try to be cold, try to be warm, and then bloom one after another.
Butterflies that shake off water droplets wander freely among leaves.
Open and close its colorful wisdom page in the sun.
When the weather is fine, go for a walk on the path.
Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream.
Xinyang pushed away the haze, and the stream was dizzy in the warm wind.
Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footsteps of the cloud-it is also wandering.
4. "to fireflies"
Firefly, firefly, take a picture of me.
According to me, according to dew grass, according to soil, according to your old age.
I lie here and let a bud pass through my body and my heart.
Grow into a tree, blossom and bear a piece of moss.
So light, so light to cover my whole body.
Like a pair of little hands, when I sleep during the day.
Cover me with a thin quilt.
I'm lying here chewing the fragrance of the sun.
In another world, larks fly high in the blue sky.
Fireflies, fireflies, give off a faint light.
Enough to bear memories, enough to swallow sadness!
5. Dreamcatcher
Dreams will blossom, and dreams will produce beautiful flowers.
Looking for priceless treasures in the blue ocean.
At the bottom of the blue sea, there is a hidden golden shell.
You climbed an iceberg for nine years, and you sailed in the dry sea for nine years.
Then you meet a golden shell, which has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky.
It has the sound of waves on the sea, and it will fascinate your heart.
Nine years in seawater and nine years in Tianshui.
Then, it blooms in the dark, when your temples are covered with spots.
When your eyes are hazy, golden shells spit out peach beads.
Put the peach beads in your arms and put them on the pillow.
Then a dream came out quietly, and your dream blossomed.
When you are old, your dreams have blossomed beautifully.
Dai Wangshu (1905165438+1October15-1950 February 28th), male, named Cheng,No. Chaoan, posthumous title Haishan, Hangzhou, Zhejiang. Later, he used pen names Meng Ou, Meng Ou Sheng, Fang Xin and Jiang Si.
China modernist symbolist poet and translator. He has published three novels, Debt, Merchant Boy and Motherly Love, in the journal Yuanyang Butterfly School. He once joined Du Heng, Zhang Tianyi and Shi Zhecun to form the "Lanshe" literary group and founded You Lan magazine. 1950 Dai Wangshu died in Beijing at the age of 45.