1. "When You Are Old": When you are old, your hair is gray, your sleep is drowsy, and you are taking a nap by the fire, please take down this poem, read it slowly, and think back to the way your eyes looked in the past. Soft, remembering the heavy shadows of their past; so many people loved you in your youthful and joyous moments, admiring your beauty, falsely or sincerely, only one loved your pilgrim soul, loved the painful wrinkles on your aging face; hang down First, beside the red-lit stove, it softly and sadly tells the story of the passing of love. On the mountain above, it paces slowly, hiding its face among a group of stars.
2. "Linjiang Fairy": After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together. I remember when Xiao Pin first met, Luo Yi had two words for heart, and lovesickness was said on the pipa string. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
3. "Singing to the Moon": You have enveloped the quiet mist all over the forest stream again, and my soul has completely melted again; I spread my soft hope towards my countryside. , intimately related like the eyes of a confidant. My heart is always vibrating with the lingering sounds of joy and sorrow. Wandering between pain and happiness, it feels like there is no one around. Flow, lovely little river! I will never be happy again: this is how secret vows, cuddles and songs flow. I once possessed this unique treasure! It makes you full of worries and never forgets your love! Ming, the river along the valley is restless and restless. Ming, please whisper the clear sound of my song! No matter how harsh the weather is, In the winter night, your waves surge, or in the sunny spring morning, you urge the young pistils to bloom. Happiness, who can hide away from the world without hatred, and enjoy the peace of mind with a close friend in his arms. What people can't guess or think of? Wandering through the maze in the chest at night.
4. "The Faraway Altair": The Faraway Altair is a Han woman in the Jiaojiao River. The slender hands are used to make tricks. I can't make up my mind all day long, and my tears are like rain. The river is clear and shallow, only a few degrees apart. There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
5. "To the Oak Tree": If I love you - I will never be like the climbing flower in the sky, showing off myself on your high branches; if I love you - I will never be like the infatuated bird, for the green Yin repeats simple songs; it is not just like a spring, bringing you cool comfort all year round; it is not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree. The roots are clenched in the ground, and the leaves are touching in the clouds. We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words. You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives, swords, and halberds; I have my red flowers, like heavy sighs, and like heroic torches. We share the cold waves, wind and thunder, and thunderbolts; we *** Enjoy the mist, mist, and hauni. It seems like they are separated forever, but they are still dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and steadfastness is here: love - not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
6. "Jin Se": The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
7. "A Flowering Tree": How to make you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside that you must pass by. It bloomed carefully under the sun, and every flower was my hope in the previous life. When you come closer, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. But when you finally pass by indifferently, what falls on the ground behind you... My friend, those are not petals, but my withered heart!
8. "Qihuai": I sat under the flowers several times and played the flute, while the silver-colored red wall came into view. It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun. The lingering thoughts are exhausted and the remaining cocoons are drawn, and the heartache is peeled off. It was March or May of 1935, but the glass of wine still lingered.
9. "Beautiful Girl in the Gallery": A still life with vegetables and you looking at it, so quiet. The colors in the still life vibrate with the intensity of their own presence. What would they do without light? Stranger, I love how quietly you stand in the intensity of the light you carry.
10. "Geng Liuzi": The incense of the jade stove and the tears of the red candle illuminate the autumn thoughts of the painted hall. The eyebrows are green and thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold. The sycamore tree, the rain at midnight, does not mean separation and love are suffering. Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.