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