I am not a docile pigeon,
How can I stand your touch!
I am a dripping cuckoo,
Let your blood think.
I am not a charming flower,
How can I be satisfied with your climbing!
I am Zizyphus jujuba from Shan Ye.
Teach you to bear fruit in poverty.
I'm not the fun of guitar,
How to accompany your joy!
I am the thunder that exploded in winter,
Shake your sleeping life.
If you're not shallow,
You'll find me in pain.
I am willing to be bound by misunderstanding,
Wait patiently for you. . .
"This sentence"-Ye Zhixiang
Wind and sail
Correct entanglement
Just to make sure
This sentence is heartbreaking.
Yunhe moon
secret
Maybe because I whispered.
This sentence makes people nervous again.
Langheyan
Fall and beat
Are you looking for every opportunity?
Swear to heaven with this sentence
Yehehua
Yi Yilian
This sentence is always blown away by the autumn wind
Each of them is looking for a dream for the coming year.
you and I
People's gratitude and gratitude
How I want to put this sentence
Repeat it a thousand times.
But I-
Not once.
Because the Pure Land Paradise Road is far away.
A moment of heaven and hell
Listen carefully like this-Zvetayeva
Listen carefully like this
Ruhekou
Listen to your source.
Smell deeply like this
Smell a flower
floret
Until the perception disappears.
like this
In the blue air
Dissolve in bottomless desire
like this
On the blue sheets
The child looked at the distance of memory.
like this
Lotus-like teenager
Silently experience the hot spring.
..... like this.
Hunger - Sehnsucht nach Liebe
-Translation/Feibai
Do you believe in love? "-anonymous
The world disappeared,
I will love you in heaven;
If you leave,
I will love you in tears;
If I leave,
I will love you in the distance.
If your heart dies,
I will love you all my life.
Sunlight falls into the ancient well.
Will know the tenderness of darkness,
I didn't understand until I really missed you.
Loving you is the most painful thing in my heart!
But sadly,
In real life,
But it will often disappoint you and make you cry;
Your favorite,
Often did not choose you;
Love you the most,
Often not your favorite;
And the longest,
This is not your favorite.
I don't love you the most,
Just at the right time.
That man.
I'm not going back-Jimenez [Spain]
I'm never going home again.
A clear night is cool and quiet.
Under the bleak bright moon.
The world has fallen asleep.
My body is gone.
A cool breeze
Blow in through the open window
Ask where my soul is.
I haven't been here for a long time.
I wonder if anyone will remember me.
Perhaps in warmth and tears.
Someone will fondly recall my past.
But there will be flowers and starlight.
Sigh and hope
What about that street?
Lovers' laughter under the dense trees
The piano will ring.
In this silent night, this is often the case.
But in the window where I live
No one will listen silently anymore.
Night wind-Mu Qing
I can hear music like nature.
The tip of Xiaochun grass
From the fallen feathers of birds
Live at leisure
Small window at canna or water.
night wind
Elegant sign language.
Two paper-cut intimate postures
Like a fish in the moonlight
The fantasy of swimming into the depths of lotus leaves
On the lake or in the distant countryside.
This is like a bamboo reminder.
Listen to your guzheng whisper
This sound
Let me relive Liu's dream.
See the warm eyes with this pulse.
Like the scent of clover
Immerse yourself in the beautiful moonlight
I deeply love this night.
Love you deeply, like a iris.
Like smoke on the grass
keep silence
A hundred years of loneliness-Lin
This heart belongs to you.
I borrowed it, but it became my devil.
Who do you belong to?
I happened to pass by, but it brought the ebb and flow.
It's all because of the way.
The heavy rain once proved that you have been here.
But when I close my eyes and open them again.
I only saw camels in the desert.
The back is real, and the person is fake.
Nothing lasts. A hundred years ago, you were not you, and I was not me.
Sorrow is real, tears are fake.
There is no cause and effect, and there will be no you and me in a hundred years.
The wind belongs to the sky.
I borrowed it to blow, but it blew fireworks.
Who does the sky belong to?
I borrowed it to enjoy it, but I saw your outline.
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing-Xu Zhimo
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
—— Written in 1928, first published in New Moon, Volume I, Issue 1, March of the same year, signed by Zhimo.
With Hope-Aleixandre Merlo
Do you know anything about life? You know,
Do you want it to repeat? You are wandering in the same place.
Sit down, don't always look back, but rush forward!