There is also a song (prose) in Xiang (poetry), Youth Without Complaints (poetry), Nine Essays on Time (poetry), Marginal Light and Shadow (poetry), Lost Poetry (poetry), I Fold My Love (poetry) and Sanxian (prose).
Common jasmine orange
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
Youth without complaining
At a young age
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.
fierce/wild/violent wind
Just bow your head and say goodbye.
Is there anything in the world that can really go back?
What about the river?
Just like the grassland meeting in autumn.
Withered and withered together
Let's meet, too
Meet and forget each other
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest.
On the side of the mountain, on a strange street corner.
Sweep my mottled heart
Cleaning, those left behind
Memory is like autumn leaves.
Pick up a letter from a friend
Failed
Is it just a day in late spring?
Forgotten
Just you and my face?
Rush to the eyes
It's a dusty day and night.
Dusty Chinese New Year and autumn grass
The arched eyebrows slowly receded.
This is a silent song.
A poem without words
dusk
On a young night
I heard a song.
A touch of pity and lingering
Like a mountain wind blowing through lilies.
When you crave again
But it is silent.
No trace, no trace, no place.
Leave moonlight to soak people's skin
One night twenty years later.
What is the similarity of that night?
Unexpectedly, the melody came lightly.
The mountain drum should hit my heart.
Looking back on the road.
The green of the gray horizon
This is a hard life.
In the twilight
Turned into sweet tears