Zhang ailing's poems

1. fate

Fate is providence, white is man-made;

May you and I cherish it; I wish you happiness;

And tell you, I love you, and I have no regrets.

I'm so glad to meet you in the vast sea of people. The world is better because of you.

2. "Let the past be a memory"

Now is a dream woven by the past; No longer out of reach!

Acquaintance is fate;

Knowing each other is a copy;

Gold is easy to get;

A bosom friend is hard to find.

3. Love of fallen leaves

Big yellow leaves fall;

Slowly, it goes through the wind,

After a light blue day,

After a few days of swords and swords,

Morning dreams of yellow-gray buildings.

On the way down the mountain,

I can foresee that it will

Kiss its shadow.

Its shadow on the ground,

Come on, come on,

It's like drifting up and down

The slower the leaves, the better.

Pretending to be indifferent in middle age,

However, once underground,

Jin jiao's palm

Be careful of a small shadow,

Like catching crickets-

"Well, here it is!"

In the autumn sunshine

On the concrete floor,

Sleep quietly together,

It and its love.

4. Nostalgia in late autumn

The purple daisy is in a darker bottle.

In an ancient flower urn engraved with the words blessing and longevity.

Sad in the wind of a foreign land

Fall in vain

In the old house

On the distant mountain.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

The wind blew gently over the hill.

The water flowed away slowly.

The plaintive sound of pipa dripped on the water.

Look how cold this green pool is.

How cold is it in October

Lights in the valley

There is an obvious sadness.

Ah! Who says autumn is a full moon?

This festival is full of imperfections.

Whenever the west wind blows,

Always step on the string that hurts homesickness!