Poetry about growing up. Modern masters must be famous.

Rain

Alley

——Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in Long, Long

In the lonely rainy alley,

I hope to meet

a girl who is as sad as a lilac.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sad in the rain, sad and hesitant;

She is wandering in this lonely rain alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me,

Walking silently like me

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a

sighing look

She floated by, like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Like a lilac branch floating across the field in a dream,

This girl floated by my side;

She was silently far away, far away,

Arrived at the decadent fence and walked into the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Her color faded, her fragrance dispersed,

Even her sighing eyes disappeared

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley

I hope to float by like a lilac

A sad and resentful girl.

After the Rain

Xi Murong

Life

In fact, it can also be a poem

If you can Let me move forward slowly

Quietly hope

Search

With the deepening dusk

Through the unknown mud

In the dark clouds

Finally shed tears

For all

Missed or not missed encounters

Life

In fact, in the end it always becomes poetry

After the torrential rain

My heart will be cleaner

If Are you willing to wait

All the floating clouds

In the end

will eventually merge into a river