You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams.
2. Error-Zheng Chouyu
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 a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
3. Farewell to Cambridge-Xu Zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride at sunset.
Beautiful 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 Kanghe River, I would like to be an aquatic plant.
The pool in the shade is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of the splendor of a boat, singing in the splendor.
But I can't play the piano, just 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 without taking away a cloud.
4. "Teach me how not to think about her"-Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
This sweet silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The water slowly falls and swims,
Fish swim slowly underwater,
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight,
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
5. Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
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-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is 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.