Lin Huiyin’s most classic poems are shared as follows:
1. That night/Lin Huiyin
That night my boat launched out of the middle of the river, clear blue The sky is filled with stars.
That night your hand held my hand, and the confused starry night blocked my sorrow.
That night you and I decided on a direction, each of us decided on a different life.
To this day, my ship is still floating on the sea, and its thin mast is often swayed in the wind and waves.
Today, the sun is only lingering behind me, and layers of shadows remain around me.
To this day, I still remember the sky that night, the stars, the tears, and the white riverside!
To this day I still miss the farming on your shore: the vividness of the red and yellow flowers.
That day I hope to reach the top, brewing the moisture of that memory like honey.
That day I will step on the winged arrow and shoot a full string in your garden.
That day you will hear Wu Bang’s singing, that is I am waiting for your appreciation.
On that day you will see the scattered shadows of flowers, that is the border where I broke into privately!
2. Still/Lin Huiyin
You stretch like a lake into the clear sky
The white clouds are like a cold stream, clear
Allow me to follow Lin'an to explore your source:
But I still harbor all kinds of doubts
for every reflection of you!
You unfold like a dried flower!
The fresh beauty is yours, and each petal is more fragrant.
The gentle and astonishing flower spirit is accompanied by the cool night:
I Speaking of flowers, this is spring's trick,
Coming to steal people's infatuation!
You imitate Ye Ye's books, which are blown by the wind,
revealing every thought you have; every corner of your mood,
your eyes are looking at I kept talking:
But I still didn’t answer, and the silence
keeps my soul forever.
Hearing music late at night Lin Huiyin
This must be your finger again,
Flicking,
In this late night , dense sadness.
I couldn't help but blush on my cheeks,
listening quietly,
the vividness of the strings in this late night.
A sound passed through my heart,
It was so desolate
I understand, but how can I respond?
Life has already defined her style,
It is too weak
It is people’s beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in a dream,
you and I
will climb the string of hope together.