Poetry with artistic conception

Poetry with artistic conception

1. Farewell to Cambridge (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 elm trees,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crushed between floating algae,

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.

2. Facing the sea, spring blossoms (Haizi)

From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;

Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.

Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.

From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.

Tell them my happiness,

What did the lightning of happiness tell me,

I will distribute it to each of them.

Give every river and mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.

I wish you a bright future!

May you lovers get married!

May you be happy on earth.

I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

3. 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 fragrance

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sad and confused.

She lingers in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

voicelessly

Cold, sad, 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.