Alleys in the rain
Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Walking silently,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
After the rain
Xi Murong
Life can also be a poem.
If you can let me move on slowly
Quietly looking forward to finding
The dusk in my arms is getting deeper and deeper.
Through the unknown mud
In the dark clouds
Finally shed tears for everyone
Missed or not missed encounters
In fact, life can always be a poem in the end.
After the rainstorm
My mind will be cleaner.
If you are willing to wait
All the floating clouds
Eventually, it will all flow into a river.
Barcos de papel
backbone
I used to be happy.
Fold many paper boats
Throw them into a dead pool with no way out.
No complaints
I'm still folding paper boats.
On a lonely night
Prepare a warm harbor for them.
No complaints.
I have no way out. I have a problem.
Who can give me a harbor?
Let me also complain.
Go to the oak tree
Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never learn to climb Campbell, show off yourself by your high branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain that brings cool comfort all the year round;
Not just a dangerous mountain,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even sunshine and even spring rain.
I don't know,
These are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Root,
Hand in hand underground;
Leaves,
Touch each other in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch, we share the cold wave and lightning;
We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;
As if we were separated forever,
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love,
Loyalty is here. Love not only loves your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
"I use my damaged palm."
Dai wangshu
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
There is only blood and mud in that corner?
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!