I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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,
Don't take away a cloud.
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Orioles
A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.
"Look, an oriole!"
Some people say. Tail up,
It's silent,
The brilliant light is dense.
-Like spring,
Flame, like enthusiasm.
Waiting for it to sing,
We looked at it quietly for fear of surprising it.
But once it spreads its wings,
Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;
It flew up and disappeared,
no
-Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.
The change of stars
If every corner of the earth is full of light
Who needs a star? Who will?
Gaze at the night
Looking for distant comfort
Who wouldn't?
every day
It's all a poem
Every word is a star.
Like a bee trembling in my heart.
Who doesn't want to have a soft night?
Soft as a lake.
Fireflies and stars swim in the water lily.
Who doesn't like spring?
The bird landed on the branch.
Like falling stars all over the sky
The flickering sound came from a distance.
The clouds of white lilacs are hazy.
If every corner of the earth is full of light
Who needs a star? Who will?
Burning loneliness in the cold
Ask for a little hope
Who would?
year after year
Always writing poems about suffering.
Every song is a group of trembling stars.
Like ice and snow covering my heart.
Who wants to see the night freeze?
As stiff as a piece of land
The wind blew off one thin star after another.
Who doesn't like flying flags?
Like fire
Golden stars gushed out.
When the stars in the sky are tired, they rise.
Shine where the sun can't shine.