Dreaming of beautiful curly hair, myrtle and mignonette,
Dreaming of sweet lips and bitter words,
Dreaming of melancholy tunes of melancholy songs.
These old dreams have long been broken without a trace,
Even my cutest dream has disappeared!
I was left alone in that soft tune,
Poems written with enthusiasm.
Lonely short song, you still have it,
Looking for long-lost dreams for me,
If you meet it, please say hello to me-
I want to tell the ghost what I think.
Xiaoquxuan
two
In the arms of a warm night
I pour out my sadness alone;
I want to escape from happy people,
Timidly avoid places where there is laughter.
My tears flow alone,
Quietly flowing, constantly flowing;
But no tears can
Put out the passion of lovesickness in your heart.
I used to be a happy teenager,
I have played many interesting games,
This gift of life makes me happy,
I never knew the taste of pain.
Because the world is just a garden,
There are all kinds of flowers in it.
My daily job is to protect flowers,
Watch roses, violets and the Spring Festival.
I used to be as happy as a dream
Look at the stream flowing in the green field;
Now that I'm back to take care of myself,
But a pale face appeared.
Ever since I met her,
I became a haggard person;
I feel faint sadness,
My change is really strange.
I spent a long time in my heart.
Embrace a quiet and peaceful angel;
She flew away trembling,
Fly back to her hometown of stars.
The night surrounded my eyes,
The shadow looked at me angrily;
It loomed out in my chest.
Strange and weird sounds.
A novel pain, a novel trouble
Fly into a rage,
A novel fire,
Burning in my insides.
But I hope the fire in my heart,
Burning endlessly,
Let me die in pain-
Love, look! This is all your great achievements!
five
I got up in the morning and asked:
Can your lover come today?
I lie down at night and sigh:
She didn't come again today.
I can't sleep with my eyes open at night,
Holding infinite sadness;
I feel half asleep during the day,
Dreams linger deeply.
eight
Love, put your hand on my heart; -
Ah, can you hear the knocking in this small room?
There lived a carpenter, a sinister scoundrel,
He's making me a coffin.
Day and night, I always play with axes and hammers there;
It kept me awake for a long time.
Ah, carpenter, please hurry,
So I can go to bed at once!
15
Above the starry sky,
There must be one there.
There is no joy in the lower bound;
In the cold arms of death,
Life can be warm,
The night will reveal the morning light.
17
If a young heart is broken,
Stars will laugh at it,
They are in the distant blue sky.
Smiled and said:
"Poor human,
Love each other wholeheartedly,
Make trouble,
Even to death.
"For the lower bound of mankind.
Destructive love,
We have never felt it;
So we can live forever. "
There are also lyrical episodes, songs of returning home.
Spring Festival songs are full of current affairs poems.