Des Moines, Des Aubrey, at his wedding,
Me too. Hello, I knew you would go.
You are in the forest, and you are in Montagne.
I don't need more money.
I want to express my thoughts,
No sound, no words,
Seul，inconnu，le dos courbé，les mains croisées，
At three o'clock, today is my birthday.
I don't know if you will come back tonight,
You are a descendant of Havler,
When I arrive, I will look for Tom.
A bouquet of roses and a lily.
Tomorrow at dawn, the countryside will turn white.
I'm leaving. Look, I know you are waiting for me.
Over the forest, over the hillside
How can I stay away from you longer?
When I walk, I only pay attention to my thoughts.
Look at the light and shadow of the outside world and smell the troubles of the world.
Alone, quietly, hunched back, hands intertwined.
Sadness, day is like night to me.
Never see the night arrival again.
I didn't see the sails sailing for Haval Port either.
When I reach your grave
I'll bring you a bunch of holly with heather flowers.
Hugo's beloved little daughter Leo Paulding drowned shortly after her marriage. Four years later, Hugo wrote this song "Des Moines de Laube" in grief and yearning.
Le Martine
[Method] It was provided by René char (1907-1988).
Traduit Parxu Xu Zhimin translated by Zhimian Xu.
These two problems are so big that the house is about to collapse. This is our core.
Che Le Toniere. I am walking in the snow. He is touching the sun, and he is praying.
She is a swallow. I love your family. Do you like traveling?
She was silent. There's nothing worse.
A long tail, hanging from the tail, like a person a few minutes ago.
This is not my night. God, everything is fine. A barbecue. This is our core.
Yuyan
Swift has too wide wings and sings around the house. The mood is the same.
It dried up thunder and lightning, and it sowed seeds in the clear sky. If it touches the ground, it will be shattered.
Swallow is its foil. It hates intimacy. What is the value of the lace of the tower?
It stays in the darkest crevice. Its nest is narrower than anyone's.
In summer with long days, it will fly through the shutters in the dark at midnight.
No eyes can catch it. Its chirping is all about it. A spear will shoot him down. So is the heart.
Carmen's episode
Love is a rebellion.
You can't be a connoisseur,
It's futile for the appellant,
It is convenient for him to refuse.
Not true, threatening your priority,
I like talking, I like talking;
This is my favorite:
I don't know, but can I plan? t.
Love is a Bohemian child,
The meaning of law:
If you don't love me, I will love you;
If I love you, just go!
How wonderful your world is.
When does it start?
Love is money, you can pay attention to it;
It's important that you don't attend!
Sit down, sit down,
He's here. Is he back?
You're dead, he's dead,
You are my friend and he is my patient.
Love is an urchin,
I don't like the law,
If you don't love me, I will love you;
If I love you, just go!