Author: 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,
Is the rainbow in the sky;
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to 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.
1928. 1 1.6 China Sea
Song: Lover Bridge
Singer: Long Piaopiao
Lover Bridge
Singing: Long Piaopiao
hey ......
White clouds are fluttering
The ship rocked and rocked.
stay out
See lover's bridge
See lover's bridge
Take a look at the shore.
See elder brother clearly
Be anxious to wait
Love is not anxiety.
Little sister is back.
I haven't seen you for years.
Brother, how are you?
Brother Qing said
Sister, don't laugh.
Walk 1000 times a day
Break the bridge between lovers
Song: Bridge section
Singer: Hou Xian album: Gu Wan
Stone Banqiao, an ancient corner, recalls going back to that school.
In the third row, number three, sits the legendary heroine.
Look at me, snickering at my poor calligraphy practice.
How to write a note with a few scrawled handwriting?
Excuse me, Shansi, who is your legendary sovereign treasure?
I can't guess, I can't touch it, and I don't know if it's engraved on the table.
Open the first page, two lines, Wukong will also have troubles)
It is very old, and it is the wall of16th century.
Let time return to parents' parents.
Grandpa and, the old place where she met
With them, everyone knows about the bridge.
The second girl, 19, can talk and sing.
At the entrance of the village, she embroidered a kingfisher and a mandarin duck.
Grandpa went to pick out silks and satins for a long time.
Columbus was just like him.
Tell a story slowly
Sweet imagination
The movie scenes of love are continuous.
Never played an acoustic guitar
No roses.
The expression of white love
Simple, simple to mix.
Happiness is like this.
Like the smell of her diary in the drawer.
Grandpa's story, slowly, slowly, sleep with me.
I want to sneak a look at the stars with you
Let's watch the old movie that dad is showing.
The moon floats on the water and its reflection is on the stone bridge.
How much did my mother forget?
I want to sneak a look at the stars with you
Let's watch the old movie that dad is showing.
Listen to whose heart is beating and whose face is burning.
The moon lit up both of us and looked silly.
Approaching Long Island Lanqiao (poem)
The morning sun gently sprinkled on the Woods,
A cool wind is blowing from the lake in the distance.
Magpie birds jump on the fresh and green grass slope,
Sometimes fly to the branches and sing happily;
With the gentle steps of the morning light,
Played a poetic music;
We can't help slowing down,
Listen to the music and scenery in the morning!
Enjoy flowers in spring,
Look at the leaves in autumn and walk in the Woods in summer.
It snows in winter in Xun Mei.
Listen to the heartbeat of flowers and trees in the four seasons.
Among the flowers and trees, birds, bees and butterflies dance in the wind;
Cicada chirps, candlelight flashes,
The faint fragrance of flowers and trees stirs the heartstrings and makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Into the garden,
Air and sunlight immediately gathered around,
Close your eyes and let your feelers swim and shuttle freely among the flowers.
The emblem of light covers a quiet river;
Watch the sunset slowly sink to the end of the water;
Sitting at the water table,
Have a cup of coffee, a pot of good tea,
Share wonderful life in detail ...
This is not Zhouzhuang in Jiangnan.
But it has the charm of small bridges and flowing water;
This is not Lijiang, Yunnan,
But you can still live on water;
This is not Venice,
But I can still feel the amorous feelings of water;
This is not a small town on the Rhine,
But it is also filled with the fragrance of nature and art.
This is the Blue Bridge on Long Island.