1, out of chapter
Modern: Border Zhi Lin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Step 2 go to the oak tree
Modern: Shu Ting
If I love you-I will never show off on your high branches like climbing Campbell; If I love you-I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even sunshine, even spring rain.
No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground; Leaves, touching in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, and like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow. Seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
3. Rain Lane
Modern: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac color, lilac fragrance and lilac sadness.
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
Like me, she lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Walking silently like me, cold, sad and melancholy.
She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief.
She drifted like a dream, like a sad and confused dream.
Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me;
She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Her fragrance dissipated, even her sighing eyes and lavender melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane,
I hope to float past a girl as sad as a lilac.
4. Guo Guo and Qu Qiu
Modern: Keats
The poetry of the earth will never die: when all the birds faint from the sun and hide in the shady forest, a sound comes from the hedge around the newly cut grass, which is the music of grasshoppers!
It is scrambling to indulge in the luxury of midsummer, and it never feels that its happiness is gradually disappearing. Once it is tired of singing, it will settle down comfortably on the pleasant grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops: on a lonely winter night, when the frost condenses into silence, crickets sing by the fireside. In the rising heating and sleepiness, people feel that the voice seems to be singing in the grass mountain.
5. "If life deceives you"
Modern: Pushkin
If life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient!
Keep calm on a blue day: believe in it and a happy day will come!
The heart always yearns for the future; I am often depressed now.
Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass;
And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.