2, "Farewell to Cambridge" Xu Zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently.
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride at sunset.
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
The green grass on the soft mud is oily and swaying at the bottom of the water.
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Walking back to the greener place on the grass with a long wormwood.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play songs. Quiet is a farewell party.
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly.
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
3, "Facing the sea, spring blossoms" Haizi
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, cut firewood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers.
Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness.
That happy lightning told me, and I will tell everyone.
Give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger, I bless you.
May your future be bright and your lover be well.
I wish you happiness in the world. I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
4, "in front of the door" Gu Cheng
How I wish there was a doorway where the sun could shine on the grass in the morning.
We stand and guard our door. The door is low, but the sun is bright.
The grass is sowing and the wind is waving its leaves. We just stood and said nothing, and everything was fine.
If there is a door, you don't have to open it. It's ours and it's very beautiful.
In the morning and at night, we will wander. We'll give him the harp, but we won't go.
We need land, we need land that will never be destroyed, and we will ride it all our lives.
This land is rugged and sometimes narrow, but it has a history.
There is sky, moon, dew and morning.
We love the land. We stand and dig it with wooden shoes.
The door is hot, too. We lean against it gently, which is very nice.
The grass behind the wall can no longer grow. It just touches the sun with its fingertips.
5. "A Bundle" of North Island
Between me and the world, you are the harbor, the sail and the faithful ends of the cable.
You are the fountain, the wind and the crisp cry of childhood.
Between me and the world, you are a picture frame, a window, a field full of wild flowers.
You are breathing, beside the bed, spending the night with the stars.
Between me and the world, you are a calendar, a compass, and a sneaking light.
You are a resume, a bookmark and a preface written at the end.
Between me and the world, you are a veil, a fog and a lamp in a dream.
You are a flute, a silent song, and a drooping eye of stone carving.
Between me and the world, you are a gap, a pond and a sinking abyss.
You are a fence, a wall and a permanent pattern on a shield.
6. "Wrong" Zheng Chouyu
I walked through the south of the Yangtze River and looked like a lotus in the season.
If the spring breeze doesn't come, the catkins in March won't fly.
Your heart is like a lonely town, like a bluestone street facing dusk.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small window, and my horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I'm not a returnee, I'm a passerby?