You are April on earth.
Author: Lin
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the wind in all directions; Lightweight and flexible
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
The evening breeze is soft, and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; fresh
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
In the water, you are swaying like a dreamlike Bai Lianhua.
You are a flower and a swallow in the tree.
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
Farewell to Cambridge
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
stagnant water
Wen Yiduo
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't blow at all (yi 1).
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few rusty peach petals on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with pearly foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
See what kind of world it has created.