Xi Murong
The four seasons can be arranged extremely desolate.
If the sun is willing
Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.
If love is voluntary
I will never show up again
if you like
Besides missing you.
Dear friend, I have nothing.
However, if you like.
I will wither my thoughts at once.
I will if you like.
Dig out every seed.
Cut off every river.
Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.
I will never think of you again in my life.
Except for some places.
If the night is wet with tears
if you like
2. Love life
Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
3. Homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
4. Love
King Ye Ting.
All the roads are paved for you.
All the bridges were built for you.
All the pavilions and jade fights are built for you.
All wishes exist for you.
You are all to me, so I am sad day and night.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. I'm afraid you are attached to your back.
The dangerous covered bridge is afraid that you will be surprised by the current.
I'm afraid you will stay in a lonely castle.
I'm afraid your little wish won't come true.
I'm worried about you, but I want to.
If you lose your way, I am willing to be your signpost.
If you deviate from the channel, I'd like to be a dock.
If you tilt the outline, I'd like to be a pillar.
If you forget the season, I am willing to look forward to it.
If it is providence, how can I finally give up?
One day, the road sign moved. I hope you can take it easy.
One day the pier broke down. I hope you can cross it.
One day the pillar fell down, I hope you can be strong.
I look forward to fading one day, I hope you can understand.
Step 5 bid 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 in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, 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 the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just 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 without taking away a cloud.
6. Rain Lane
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.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and 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 silently, 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.