"Night in the South"
——Feng Zhi——
We sat quietly by the lakeside famous modern poetry,
Listen to the swallow tell us about the quiet night in the south.
The quiet night in the south has been brought by them,
The reeds of the night evaporate with strong enthusiasm——
I have already felt the intoxication of the southern night,
Please also smell the strong smell in the reeds.
You said that Ursa Major always looks like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it makes your whole body feel cold.
At this time, the swallows were gently passing over the water,
disturbing the star shadows all over the lake——
Please take a look at the stars in the lake. Starry sky,
This is what the starry night in the south looks like.
You said that you are suspicious of the ginkgo pine over there.
It always seems as if the snow on the trees has not melted yet.
At this time, the swallow flew onto a palm tree,
singing a warm song——
Please listen to the swallow’s singing,
This is the scene in the southern forest.
I always feel that we are not like people from the tropics.
Our hearts are always as peaceful as autumn and winter.
The swallow said that there is a rare flower in the south.
It only blooms once after twenty years of loneliness——
At this time, I suddenly felt something in my chest. A flower is hidden,
It will bloom like fire in this quiet night!
"Thinking of"
——He Qifang——
Thinking of the nocturne of Jiangnan, leaning down the eaves,
with a net between them The thunder of the Internet, the flash of electricity,
I walked upstairs and downstairs in the rain,
I walked past your door, not allowing you to hear it.
I think of us sitting in a row on the embankment,
There is thousands of gold flowing, it is the moon shadow falling into the river waves,
You say one after another, I am quiet Listening,
fell asleep quietly, looking at the Milky Way in the sky.
Thinking of you, your little tenderness:
Wake up in the middle of the night, a shining light,
Quietly, just like in my dream My soul,
is you, not the star in the corner of the window.