Bian Zhilin
You are standing on the bridge watching the scenery,
The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs,
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
2.
Haizi
From tomorrow on, be a happy person
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables
I have a house,
Facing the sea, and spring blossoms
From tomorrow on. Correspond with every relative
Tell them my happiness
The lightning of happiness told me
I will tell everyone
Give every river
Every mountain a warm name
Stranger, I also wish you
May you have a bright future
May you end up with a lover.
I gently waved,
saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset;
The colourful shadows in the waves,
ripple in my mind.
the green grass on the soft mud,
the oily grass is swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge,
I am willing to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is
not a clear spring,
a rainbow in the sky is crushed among floating algae, and
a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
dreaming? Support a long Artemisia,
wander to greener grass,
load a boat full of starlight,
sing songs in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play songs,
Quietly is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are silent for me, too.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve, and
I didn't take away a cloud.
4. Laughter
Lin Huiyin
laughs at the round whirlpool of her eyes, lips,
and lips.
Gorgeous as dew,
Laughter after smile hides in the flash of
Bei's teeth.
It's a smile-the smile of God, the beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
It's her loose curly hair that laughs,
It's scattered next to her ear.
soft as a flower shadow,
itchy sweetness
flooded into your heart.
That's a smile-a poem smile, a painting smile:
The trace of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
5. Mistake
Zheng Chouyu
I walked across the south of the Yangtze River
The faces in the season are like lotus flowers
The east wind doesn't come, and the catkins in March don't fly
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like the bluestone streets are silent in the evening
In the spring of March.