1, error
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.
Your heart is very small. The window is tightly closed.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Chou-yu Cheng
2. Shia Nora
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.
-Xu Zhimo
3. Frontiers
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in the world.
So my love, what was our past life like?
If you used to be a woman picking lotus in Jiangnan,
I must be the one you missed under your wrist.
If you have ever been an urchin who plays truant.
I must be a brand-new marble that fell out of your bag.
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you leave unconsciously.
If you were once a monk with a side wall
I must be the incense in front of the temple.
Burning has been silent with you for a while.
Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel a little unfinished.
But it's too vague to distinguish it carefully.
I can't tell you one by one.
-Xi Murong
4. Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
-Dai Wangshu