1, Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone on the long road.
Lonely rain lane, hope to meet.
A lilac-like sad girl.
She is really lavender.
Lilacs are fragrant and lilacs are sad.
Worry in the rain, worry about hesitation.
2. The wall in the prison
If I die here, my friend, don't be sad.
I will live in your hearts forever.
One of you is dead, in a prison occupied by Japan.
His deep hatred should be remembered forever.
When he comes back, dig out his injured limbs from the soil.
Lift his soul with your triumphant cheers.
Then put his bones on the mountain peak, exposed to the sun and bathed in the wind.
This is his only dream in that dark and humid dungeon.
3. Unexpected success
If the spring of life comes again, the old frozen ice will thaw.
At that time, I will see that bright smile again, and then hear the clear call for these distant dreams.
These beautiful things will never disappear, because all beautiful things will exist forever.
They just condense like ice and will reopen like flowers one day.
4. "I use my damaged palm"
I groped for this vast land with my broken palm.
This corner has been reduced to ashes, and that corner is just blood and mud.
This lake should be my hometown. In spring, there are many flowers on the bank.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. I feel the cool water and seaweed.
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers.
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass.
Step 5 "worry"
It is said that it is the sorrow of lonely autumn, and it is said that it is acacia in the distant sea.
If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.
If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name.
Say it's acacia in the far sea, say it's lonely autumn sorrow.
6. "My Memory"
My memory is more loyal to me than my best friend.
It lives by burning cigarettes and by pens with lilies on them.
It lives in a shabby box, and it lives in a rotten raspberry.
It lives on a half-drunk wine bottle and a worn-out poem.
On the dried flowers, on the dim lights.
On calm water, on everything with and without soul.
It is everywhere, just like me in this world.
It's timid. It's afraid of people's noise.
But when I am lonely, it comes to visit me.
Its voice is low, but its words are long, long.
7. Wang Shu Cao
Light rain falls on your loose sideburns, like broken beads in blue kelp grass.
Or the dead fish ladle turns over on the waves, shining with mysterious and sad light.
Seduce and take away my blue soul and let it sleep in the dream kingdom of love and death.
There is golden air and purple sun, and the poor creatures there shed tears of joy on their chests.
I am like a thin old black cat, haggard and stretched in the dim light.
8. "octupole"
Yaeko is always depressed. I'm afraid she will be depressed and lose her youth.
Yes, I'm worried about her health, especially her thoughtful eyes.
The fragrance of hair is a kind of distant love, which makes people cry.
But to make her happy, I can only smile, I can only smile like a happy person.
Because I want her to forget loneliness and the faint homesickness that haunts her.
I want her to forget that she is walking on an endless, lonely and desolate road.
And on her lips, I want to bless her, for my forever melancholy yaeko.
I hope she will always have the right person's face, Chunhua's face and the heart of first love.
9. In the sunset
Clouds in the evening scatter brocade in the evening sky, and streams shed gold in the sunset.
My slender shadow floats on the ground, like a lonely soul at the bottom of an ancient tree in the mountain.
The distant mountains cry purple and mourn the end of the day.
The leaves are falling to welcome guests, and the skirt is all night, and the breeze is there.
The ancient incense flowed out of the wasteland and charmed the bats on the branches of the old tree.
Their tangled whispers echoed in the evening smoke.
The night sneaked back from the end of the day, and I wandered alone.
In this silent heart, I hid my sadness and happiness.
10, for fireflies
Firefly, firefly, take a picture of me.
Shine on me, on the grass stained with dew.
According to this dirt, according to your age.
I'm lying here, letting Bud.
Through my body and mind.
Grow into a tree and blossom.
Let a piece of moss be so light, so light.
Like a pair of little hands covering my whole body.
I used to sleep in the daytime with a thin quilt.
I'm lying here, chewing the fragrance of the sun.
In another world, larks fly high in the blue sky.
Fireflies, fireflies, give off a faint light.
Enough to bear memories, enough to swallow sadness!