1. "Farewell Cambridge"
——Author: Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
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I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream precipitates.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and row upstream to where the grass is greener;
Load a boatload of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
2. "Jiangnan Grass"
——Author: Li Ji
In the autumn when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I came to Jiangnan for the first time.
Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty exceeded my imagination a thousand times.
Looking at your splendid city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their color;
Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal chants seem pale.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: there is no word in my vocabulary to describe you.
People say: "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below."
Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know that autumn cannot reveal your magic and beauty.
What I see is just a blade of grass among your thousands of flowers.
But I am going back, and I am going back with this blade of grass.
I want to take this blade of grass to the desert, I want to bring this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I want to plant it in the Gobi Desert, and I want to say this to my folks:
"Water it with our sweat, let our great Gobi Desert It has become like Jiangnan!"
3. "Small Scene in the Forest"
——Author: Jin Bo
The sun shines through the branches and leaves, dyeing them green. Color
The wind whistles and glides gently over the leaves.
The air flowing into the woods has become sweet and soft.
Therefore, on every tree, there are songs of birds.
4. "This Spring"
Author: Anonymous
My heart is very confused this spring
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I think of my childhood for a while
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been filled with spring
My dedication Poetry is the leaves of grass and corolla in spring
5. "Spring Dream"
Author: Anonymous
I like
to be in spring Dreams; called spring dreams.
I try hard to dream about you; but it’s always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow over when I wake up; I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true.
In this imaginative spring, I am tossing and turning; I can’t sleep alone.