France gaopei
Streets with few cars and people meander to the plateau,
I walk in the summer dusk to see the beautiful sunset.
With a beloved dream that haunts the soul,
Walk along this long street to the countryside.
There is a house at the corner of the street.
It's like a gloomy prison.
Slim shutters close in the evening wind,
But there is a gentle serenade vaguely.
There is no doubt that the mysterious musician who lives in it is playing.
At this time, the night sky condenses into reddish tender blue.
When the street was depressed, there were three or two tourists with sad faces and unhappy faces.
Just like lovers in love leave,
Cast evil moonlight on the hazy grass.
I'm used to this moment.
Listen to the ancient music in this lonely room:
The piano sang softly and affectionately,
Full of painful memories of people going to empty buildings,
Seems to be silently reliving the ecstasy of the past.
I guess the flowers in the vase in that room are full of fragrance.
The mirror is as deep as water,
The photo shows a man with black eyes, fine eyes and arrogant eyes.
Through the solemn folds of dark murals,
A small silver lamp flows in Ran Ran in the dark.
In the cold light, the old key is lifelike.
It seems that there is a fountain of pain dripping at the source.
In this exciting atmosphere
It seems to be in the charm of silent, fresh and unspeakable melody.
Into a brilliant spring.
That piano always plays music at a very low volume.
But on an autumn night, it disappeared forever.
Gao Pei's poetry has a unique lyrical artistic conception, which is elegant, delicate and sincere, and pursues the color, image and simplicity of painting.