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 soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
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.
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Orioles
A touch of rosy clouds flew up the tree.
"Look, an oriole!"
Some people say. Tail up,
It's silent,
The brilliant light is dense.
-Like spring,
Flame, like enthusiasm.
Waiting for it to sing,
We looked at it quietly for fear of surprising it.
But once it spreads its wings,
Break through the dense and become colorful clouds;
It flew up and disappeared,
no
-Like spring, like flame, like enthusiasm.
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I don't know the wind
-I don't know about the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow?
-I'm dreaming,
Dimness is the glory of dreams!
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The rest of the spring
Yesterday, the peach blossom was inserted obliquely in my bottle.
It is a blossoming smile hanging on the beauty's cheek;
Today, they all lowered their heads and changed their faces:-
Red and white bodies hung upside down on green stripes.
The wind and rain outside the window reported the fate of last spring.
This voice reminds me in the dark like a death knell:
"So are the flowers in your life bottle.
Changed: gorgeous body, who will collect it? "
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Next to that mountain road.
On the edge of that mountain road, there was fog one day.
The newborn little blue flowers peep in the grass,
I said goodbye to her and left her here.
Her white skirt fluttered on the grass.
I never talk, and she never leaves,
Parked on the mountain road, I thought to myself,
"Isn't this the best time to tell your secret?" ——
The naked grass flowers seem to annoy my hesitation.
Why are you hesitating? This is the last chance.
On this mountain road, in this fog-the blind man is on his back?
Summoning up courage, I turned to her.
But ah, why are her eyes full of sadness?
I swallowed my words and bowed my head.
The burning of water and the impact of ice reverberated in my heart and chest.
Ah, I know my fate, her sadness,-
In this dense fog, beside this desolate road!
That day, on the foggy mountain road,
The newborn little blue flowers are in the grass.
I watched her leave, separated from her-
Her white skirt fluttered in the grass!
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Vast sea
I don't need a wide sky,
I don't want to put a giant paper owl either.
God plays tricks on the winds in all directions;
I just need a minute.
I just need a little light.
I just want to try,-
Like a child crawling in front of a dark room window.
Looking at the immortal cracks on the western horizon,
A little light, a minute.
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congratulatory telegram
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On which side of the sky or in which corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained freedom.
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
What he clung to was deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
In the hope of incompetence, I hope you fly back!
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Die for love
Roses, overwhelming red roses, last night's thunderstorm, so it was your letter.
No-what a delicate beauty!
Your color is the mellow mash of my vision; I want to be near you, but I dare not.
Youth! A few drops of white dew on your forehead bloom in the morning light.
The smile on your face must have come from heaven; Unfortunately, the world is too vulgar to provide.
Give them the chance to live permanently. Your beauty is your destiny!
I am approaching; Your charming colors and smells have conquered another soul-I am you.
Captives!
You smile there, I tremble here,
You have reached the peak of your life. You look down at your feet-the depth of the sky.
Tan:
You stand by the pool, I stand behind you, one-me, your prisoner.
I'm smiling here! You were shivering there.
Beauty is fate.
I hold your bird in my hand: I love you, Ross!
Color, fragrance, body, soul, beauty and fascination are all in my hands.
I'm shivering here, you-laugh.
Ross! I don't care about you, I love you!
Petals, calyx, stamens, thorns, you, me-how happy! one
Stick together! A mass of scarlet, hands blurred by blood.
Ross! I love you!
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Stay under the moon until the cuckoo doesn't come
Look at the quiet bridge shadow once,
Count the ripples of mother of pearl,
I warmed the moss on the stone fence,
Moss cools my heart;
Moon, you quit school, and the bride is ashamed.
Cover with brocade, your head is shining,
You were here last night,
May I ask her permission to come tonight?
Listen to the bells of the village temple tower in the distance,
Like light waves in a dream,
Worried about the ebb and flow of the tide,
A lonely boat drifting vaguely and stumbling!
Sparkling, deep night, long thoughts.
Where is my dear friend,
The wind is blowing, the willows are floating and the money is fighting.
The unforgettable sound of spring.
Xu zhimo's