1, Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge, I left gently, just as I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass; Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
2, Zheng Chouyu's "Mistake" I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, and it looked like a lotus in the season. If the east wind didn't come, the catkins in March wouldn't fly. Your heart is like a lonely small city, like a bluestone street facing the night, and the spring curtain in March has not been opened. Your heart is a small window, and my horseshoe is a beautiful mistake. I didn't go home.
3. Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" If I love you-I will never show off myself with your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd;
I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.