I don't like spring,
How much I want to tell you.
The first ray of sunshine in spring
Turn the corner of the street,
Hurt me like a sword.
Bare branches
On the bare land
A vague shadow
Makes me upset,
It seems possible for me.
should
Get regeneration.
Your arrival
Make the grave look unsafe.
Ancient spring
You are more cruel than any season.
Because of you, everything came back to life.
Destroyed because of you.
The Moment of Spring Haydn Stein (Sweden)
Now, people feel sorry for the dead,
They can't be in spring
Bathed in the sun
Sitting on a bright and warm hillside full of flowers.
However, the victim may be whispering.
Tell primroses and violets,
No one alive can understand.
The dead know more than the living.
When the sun goes down,
Maybe they will be happier than us.
Wandering in the shadow of the night,
Those mysterious ideas,
Only the grave knows. 43| Comments (14)
2010-11-2817: 07 Lan Miao | A flowering tree (Xi Murong)
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
Homesickness (Xi Murong)
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Youth without Complaints (Xi Murong)
If you love someone,
Please be gentle with her.
No matter how long you have been in love.
If you can always be gentle with each other, then
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part.
I also want to say goodbye.
And be grateful.
Thank her for giving you a souvenir.
You won't know until you grow up.
At the moment when I suddenly turned around.
Youth without resentment has no regrets.
Like a quiet late moon on the mountain.
Farewell to Cambridge (Xu Zhimo)
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 dream? 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.