1, at night
There are thousands of silver stars in the river and silver waves in the stream. The grass on the flooded vilen is also shining with silver. As night falls, there is silence and nature is immersed in a dream. The bright moon casts light and puts a silver coat on everything around it.
2. Dog Song
The bitch ran along the snowdrift and followed her master's footsteps. The unfrozen water trembled for a long time. When it staggered back, it was listless, licking the sweat on its ribs as it walked, and the crescent moon hanging on the cowshed seemed to be one of its little treasures.
3. "I remember"
I remember, dear, the flash of your soft hair. Fate has made me leave you, and my heart is heavy and sad. I remember those autumn nights when the leaves of birch trees rustled. May the days get shorter and the moonlight get longer.
4. "I don't regret not calling, I don't cry."
I don't regret, don't call, and don't cry. Golden leaves fill my heart, and I am no longer a teenager.
5. flowers
Maybe you will think of me, like a flower that will never bloom again.
6. "lovely hometown"
Willow trees are like a group of gentle nuns, and the rosary makes a crisp sound. Swamp pipes are smoking clouds, and black friends are floating in the sky.
7.birch
In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels.
8. Melancholy people
I also have friends who accompany me when I am lonely. I really want to laugh, but my lips are locked by depression. Stars are the eyes of the night, and flowers bloom with the mood of the earth. Just, my heart, who is listening.
9. Goodbye, friends, goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye dear, you will be in my heart forever. Destiny takes a hand to leave each other and promise to meet us in the front. Goodbye, friend, no need to shake hands, no need to be sad, no need to look sad.
10 "I am the last poet in the countryside"
I am the last poet in the countryside, and the simple wooden bridge is written into my singing. I stood up for a farewell mass and burned incense with birch leaves to worship the gods. The lighted candle is made of meat, which has been gradually consumed on the golden flame. The wooden wall clock and the moon make my midnight hoarse.