Poetry by Liu Dabai
"Evening on the Autumn River"
Birds returning to their nests,
Although they are tired,
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He also carried the setting sun back.
When the wings are turned over,
the setting sun falls on the river;
The white-headed reeds also turn into a flash of beauty. .
"Postal Kiss"?
It's not that I can't tear it apart with my fingers,
It's not that I can't cut it open with scissors,
It's just that Slowly
Gently
very carefully opened the purple lip;
I know the inside of the lip,
< p>Hide her secret kiss.From her solemn fold,
I unfolded the pink letterhead
very solemnly.
I wrote her very solemnly
Word by line,
Line by line
Very solemnly Read it.
I don’t love the blurry stamp in the corner,
I don’t love the delicate pattern,
Just slowly
Gently
Pick up the green stamp very carefully;
I know that behind this stamp,
hides her secret kiss .
"Sitting Alone in the Center of the Lake on an Autumn Night"
Awakened by the autumn light,
Going out alone in a boat,
Going up to the pavilion in the middle of the lake Sit on the railing.
At the third watch, countless cruise ships dispersed,
There was only one month left in Tianxin,
I was alone in the middle of the lake.
At this moment,
I miss each other so much,
No one can see through this;──
Except for this. What time are the stars,
how many remaining lamps are twinkling,
how many fireflies are flying.
There was a sudden whistle,
The dew rushed into the smoke,
It fell head-first.
Impressed by the lake in my heart,
From the heart of the lake,
A gust of wind and a ripple of waves rose up.
It was like a whisper in the ear, saying, "I'm deeply concerned,
I can't hide it from anyone.
Don't believe it,
Look at the bright moon,
I see she is in your heart."
"Portrait in the Heart"
From the low voice,
< p>The tanka left her lips and flew to my ears.
But my ears never stopped.
After all, it vibrated my heartstrings.
From the glimpse,
a smile left her lips,
flying to my eyes.
But the eyes never stopped.
After all, my heart flashed.
A portrait of the sound of a short song on the heartstrings,
often repeated when I cover my ears;
A portrait of the shadow of a smile on my mood,
It often reappears when I close my eyes.