"Night in the South"
Author: Feng Zhi
We sat quietly by the lake,
Listening to the swallows telling us Talk about quiet nights in the South.
The quiet nights in the south have been brought by them,
The reeds of the night evaporate with strong enthusiasm——
I have already felt the intoxication of the southern nights,
Please also smell the strong smell in the reeds.
You said that Ursa Major always looks like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it makes your whole body feel cold.
At this time, the swallows gently skimmed the water,
disrupting the star shadows all over the lake——
Please take a look at the stars in the lake Starry sky,
The starry night in the south is like this.
You said, you are suspicious of the ginkgo pine over there.
It always seems as if the snow on the trees has not melted yet.
At this time, the swallow flew onto a palm tree,
and sang a warm song——
Please listen to the swallow’s singing,
This is the scene in the southern forest.
We always feel that we are not like people from the tropics.
There is always a calmness in our chests like autumn and winter.
The swallow said that there is a rare flower in the south.
It only bloomed once after twenty years of loneliness——
At this time, I suddenly felt There is a flower hidden,
It will bloom like fire in this quiet night!
"Teach me how to miss her"
Author: Liu Bannong
There are some light clouds floating in the sky,
There is a slight breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blew my hair,
Teach me how to miss her?
The moonlight is in love with the ocean,
The ocean is in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her?
The falling flowers on the water surface flow slowly,
The fish swim slowly under the water.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her?
The dead trees swayed in the cold wind,
The wildfires burned in the dusk.
Ah!
There is still some lingering clouds in the west.
Teach me how to miss her?
"Prophecy"
Author: He Qifang
This heart-beating day has finally arrived.
Your sighing at night. The sound of approaching footsteps
I can clearly hear that it is not the whisper of forest leaves and night wind,
The elk galloping across the moss path The sound of hoofbeats.
Tell me, tell me with the singing of your silver bells
Are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must be from the gentle south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers,
How the swallow is obsessed with the green poplar.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike singing.
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to have forgotten it.
Please stop, stop your long journey,
Come in, here is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn every one The fallen leaves picked up in autumn,
Listen to me singing my own song in a low voice.
The song makes the firelight as melancholy and high as ever,
The firelight tells the life of the fallen leaves.
Don’t go forward, there is an endless forest ahead,
The ancient trees are marked with markings on the bodies of wild beasts,
The half-lived and half-dead vines are intertwined like pythons.
Not a single star can escape from the dense leaves.
You will be too timid to take the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? Wait for me to walk with you.
My feet know every safe path.
I can keep singing. The song of forgetfulness,
I will give it to you again, and give you the tenderness of your hands again.
The thick darkness of the night blocked us,
You can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t listen to my excited singing,
Your feet didn’t pause for my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk. ,
Disappeared, disappeared the sound of your proud footsteps
Oh, you finally came speechless as the prophecy said
Did you leave speechless, young man? God?
"You are April in the world"
Author: Lin Huiyin
I said you are April in the world;
Laugh The sound lights up the surrounding wind; the lightness
dances and changes in the glory of spring.
You are the clouds in the morning of April,
The wind is soft at dusk, the stars are shining inadvertently, and the fine raindrops are sprinkled on the flowers. Front
That lightness, that gracefulness, you are, Xianyan
You wear the crown of flowers, you are
Innocence, solemnity, you are every night full moon.
The goose yellow color after the snow melts, you are like; fresh
The first budding green, you are; soft joy
The water light floats in your dream Bai Lian looking forward to it.
You are the flowers blooming on the trees, and the swallows
Whispering between the beams, - you are love, warmth,
It is hope, You are April in the world!