1. "First Love"
——Japan Shimazaki Fujimura
Remember the first time we met under the apple tree
You are black The cloudy hair has just been tied up
A carved comb is inserted diagonally on the head
The face is like a flower and jade
You extend your white and delicate hands tenderly< /p>
Stuff the apple into my arms
The slightly blushing autumn fruit
Just like the love affair between us
But I let out a sigh unintentionally
Falling gently on your temples
The cup of joyful love
Filled with your sweetness and tenderness
In that apple forest
there is a natural path
Ask me shyly
Who first stepped on it
2. "In Cars in Shanghai and Hangzhou"
——Xu Zhimo
Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!
A cigarette, A piece of mountain,
A few cloud shadows, a stream of water,
A bridge, the sound of an oar,
A forest of pine trees, a clump of bamboo,
p>
Red leaves in abundance:
The colorful fields, the colorful autumn scenery,
As clear as a dream,
Blurred, faded——
Urge, urge, urge!
Is it the wheel or the time?
It makes Qiurong grow old,
It makes life grow old!
p>
3. "As long as we loved each other once"
- Wang Guozhen
If we had never met
Maybe
Mood It will never be heavy
If you really miss it
I am afraid that your life will not be easy
A look in your eyes
is enough to break your heart
p>
Passing through hurricanes
On a barren land
Understanding the landscape more deeply
One long trip
is enough A haggard heart
A weak heart
Every time I look at the slight ripples of autumn water
I wish I could shed tears
p> How can death not happen
Take it easy
How can love
Indifferent
As long as we love each other once
< p> It is a life without regrets4. "Do you have to go?"
Rabindranath Tagore
Traveler,
You must Do you want to leave?
The night is quiet,
The darkness sleeps on the woods.
The terrace is brightly lit,
the flowers are bright, and
the young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, must you go?
We have not bound your feet with our pleading arms,
Your door is open, < /p>
Your horse is unsaddled and standing at the door.
If we ever tried to block your way,
it was only with our songs,
If we ever tried to block your way,
That's just using our eyes.
Traveler,
There is nothing we can do to keep you,
we only have tears.
What kind of unquenchable fire is burning in your eyes?
What kind of restless fanaticism is running in your blood?
There is something in the darkness What call is urging you?
What terrible magic do you see among the stars in the sky?
It is the night that carries a sealed message,
Entering your silent and weird heart?
Tired heart,
If you don’t like happy parties,
If you must be quiet, < /p>
We will put out our lamps,
and no longer play our harps.
We will sit quietly in the dark night amid the rustling leaves,
and the tired moon
will sprinkle its pale brilliance on your on the window.
Traveler,
What sleepless spirit touches you from the heart of Midnight?
5. "The Love Poetry of Tea"
Mei·Zhang Cuo
If I were boiled water
You are tea
Then your fragrance
must rely on my tastelessness
Let your dryness and softness
spread and relax in me
Let my infiltration stretch your face
I must be hot, even boiling
In order to be compatible with each other
We must hide
Look at each other and entangle in the water
一 Tea Time
We just decided to become the same color
No matter how you are ups and downs
You will eventually slowly (oh, gently)
Fall and gather in the deepest part of me
At that time, your bitterest tear
will be my sweetest sip of tea