One? Go to an island in the water
Shy, shy,
My shy lover,
Her figure flickered in the furnace light,
Left with worries.
She brought a bunch of plates,
Arrange them separately,
I want to go with her,
To the island in the water.
She brought some candles,
Illuminate the room with curtains,
Standing shyly at the door,
Secretly hide in the dark;
Shy as a rabbit,
But it's great.
I want to be with her,
To the island in the water.
Two? Liuyuanli
I once met my lover in this willow garden:
She came to me through the forest with a pair of delicate feet.
Tell me to love calmly, just like a new leaf is born on the branch.
But I was too young to listen to her arrangement.
I am by the river, with my love:
Her white hand rested lightly on my shoulder.
Ask me to calm my life, just like cattail grass growing on the weir.
But I'm too young, and now I wander alone.
Three lullabies
A probe into the possession of angels
In front of your cot;
They have been deeply disgusted.
Keep company with ghosts
God laughs in the sky
See you so beautiful;
There are seven stars twinkling in the night sky.
Spread happiness all over the sky.
I kiss you and sigh,
Because I can't hide myself.
I will lose you one day.
From the moment you grow up.
Four? The hidden worry of love
Unspeakably worried
Buried in the heart of love:
A bustling crowd of fame and fortune,
Clouds floating in the sky,
Strong winds and cold rain,
Silver-gray mountain springs flow.
That deep and fuzzy hazel forest,
Threatening the people I love.
When you are old.
When you are old, white-haired and tired,
Please write down this book when you are stuck on the roadside.
Read slowly, remember your eyes,
Deep-sighted and gentle;
How many people love your youthful and cheerful past,
Admire your face, true meaning or false feeling,
But only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love every change after you have been collected by the years;
You bend down and hang your head by the fire,
Tell the story of the passing of love in a gloomy way,
It escaped into the mountains and climbed to the top of the mountain.
Hidden among the stars, disappeared.
Liu Yu
Although you took advantage of the darkness of the moon setting
Hide yourself in the tide,
Soon people will also hear about it.
I threw the fishing net into the sea,
But you've been running away,
Over the fragile silver line again and again,
People will think you are heartless,
Blame you angrily.
He heard sedge crying.
I walk alone.
On this deserted lake-
The wind cries in the sedge:
One day the shaft will break,
The stars no longer run;
Eastern and western flags
Thrown into a bottomless abyss;
The strap of the skylight is loosened,
You can be with the person you love
Embrace each other and sleep.
He longs for the glory of heaven.
If I could have clothes from heaven,
Then woven with gold and silver light,
Blue, light gray, dark brocade,
There are night, day, dusk and dawn,
I will spread them at your feet;
But I can't, because I have nothing and a dream;
I can only stretch my dreams at your feet;
Please be gentle, because you are stepping on my dream.
An old man stayed by the water for nine days.
I heard the very, very old man say:
"Everything in the world is easy to change,
We will decline one after another. "
Their hands are like chicken feet,
Knees are like thorns by the water,
It's twisted.
I heard the very, very old man say:
"The good old days will eventually pass away,
Just like running water. "
Don't love for too long.
Dear, don't love for too long:
My long-standing love,
Only to be abandoned by the times,
It's like an old outdated song.
Although when I was young,
It's hard to tell the difference between the two,
The difference between you and others,
We are so similar.
However, she changed her mind in an instant-
So, don't love for too long,
Otherwise, you will be abandoned by the times,
It's like an old outdated song.
Eleven? Nine Songs
Lips and teeth need wine to stay.
Eyes need flowing love;
Before we die.
This is the so-called truth.
I raised my glass to my lips,
Watching you sigh.
Twelve? The motto of the years
No matter how lush the branches and leaves are, the roots are unique;
I crossed the youth full of lies.
Shake off all the flowers and leaves in the sun;
I began to wither, but I was close to the truth.
Thirteen? Time encourages people to grow up.
I was tempered by countless dreams;
As if, Poseidon statue in the ocean current.
Weathered by wind and rain;
Watching that woman all day.
I am tireless in beauty.
Just as I appreciate this book tirelessly.
The picture is beautiful,
I am content with the beauty in my eyes.
Or sing in your ear,
Celebrate for wisdom,
Just because time makes people grow;
But, but,
Reality and dream, when am I?
How I wish to meet you.
My youth is in full swing!
I can only languish in my dreams,
As if, Poseidon statue in the ocean current.
Be eroded by wind and rain.
Fourteen? a song
I want to stay young. Maybe.
Not too much,
Dumbbell foil can be made
I have a young body.
But who has a warning?
What about the ability to grow old?
I don't know,
How to convince women,
I have her by my side.
Just full of energy?
But who has a warning?
What about the ability to grow old?
I still have this wish.
My heart has never lost;
I thought it would follow me to bed.
The body burns together,
But who has a warning?
What about the ability to grow old?
Fifteen? wheel
In winter, we call for spring,
Spring yearns for summer again,
When the leaves shake.
But shouting the best winter;
Beauty is gone forever.
Because the spring breeze is no longer blowing—
You know, we're all gonna die.
There is nothing to admire.
Sixteen? Spilled milk
What we did,
I used to think,
Will overflow and wither gradually.
Like milk on bluestone.
Seventeen love songs
Birds are eager to flap their wings,
I am eager to think about the unknown,
Seeds are eager to fall into the dust.
At the moment, the same waiting came up.
Heart, hotbed,
Trembling flesh.
Eighteen poets for his lover
Those poems that record my endless dreams,
Now I dedicate them to you-
Like tidal erosion of blue-gray gravel
A pale woman swallowed by passion,
My heart is as old as before.
Horn overflowing from the fire of time:
A pale woman has endless dreams,
I dedicate my most passionate poems to you.
Nineteen? Lover valley
In my dream, I stood in a strange valley.
Sighs came and went, and the two lovers passed by.
I dreamed that my former lover had slipped away from the jungle,
Under the eyelids of her white clouds are dreamy eyes:
I cried in my dream: Ah, woman, let youth.
Put it on his knees and let his hair cover his eyes.
Otherwise, there will be no room for others in those eyes.
Until the valleys of the whole world toppled and collapsed.
Twenty arrows
As long as I think of your beauty,
This crazy arrow pierced my bone marrow.
No one dared to look at her, no one,
When he first appeared as a woman,
The tall, elegant face and chest.
As delicate as an apple blossom.
Now her beauty is more intimate, but for only one reason,
I can't help feeling sad because time can't catch her past.