If someone asks me what's on my mind, I dare not say your name.
I dare not say your name, if someone asks my concern:
Say it's acacia in the far sea, say it's lonely autumn sorrow.
2, Rain Lane [Author] Dai Wangshu walked with an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
3, even into [Author] Dai Wangshu If the spring of life is heavy,
All the old ice makes a loud noise when it thaws.
Then I'll see a big smile again,
Hear the clear call again-these distant dreams.
These beautiful things will never disappear,
Because all good things exist forever,
They condense like ice,
One day it will re-open like a flower.
4, "Autumn Dream" [Author] Dai Wangshu "The Bell of the Distant Shepherd",
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now,
I have some colds, some colds,
Still a little depressed.
5. On a sunny day [Author] Dai Wangshu should go for a walk on a sunny day:
Muddy roads wet by rain must be cool and gentle;
Show off the new green grass and wash away the dirt at once;
Little Chrysanthemum, who was no longer timid, slowly raised her head.
Try to be cold, try to be warm, and then bloom one after another;
Butterflies shaking off water droplets roam freely among leaves,
Open and close its colorful pages of wisdom in the sun.
When the weather is fine, take a walk on the path;
Barefoot, hand in hand, stepping on new mud, wading across the stream.
The sun has pushed away the haze, and the stream is dizzy in the warm wind.
Look at the dark green moving in the mountains-the footsteps of the cloud-it is also wandering.
6, autumn night thinking [Author] Dai Wangshu who moves the knife ruler? The heart also needs autumn clothes.
Listen to Jiao Ren's call and listen to Konoha's breath!
The wind blew from all directions, eavesdropping on the sound of broken hearts.
The poet said: the heart is a piano.
Who has heard of ancient Chun Xue?
In order to comfort the dead who knew the truth, someone hung it on the treetop.
Thank nature-but I have heard the drifting voice.
However, the broken Wu Si extremely can only remind people of the New Year from the string column.