Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and became a cloud in another world.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the 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.
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long pole, slowly trace back to greener grass;
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't sing, it's quietly leaving other voices;
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.
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Travel in the clouds
Xu zhimo
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained,
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
He clung to deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
Hoping that you can fly back.
early spring
Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.