Author: Liu Dabai
The homing bird, though tired.
With the sunset on his back, his wings turned over.
Sunset sets on the river, and reeds have white heads.
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
2. The sea is asleep
Author: Liu Ruomin
The wind stopped making noise and the waves stopped laughing.
Late at night, the sea went to bed.
She holds the bright moon, and she carries the stars.
The gentle tidal sound is her sleeping snoring.
The wind on the sea, the wind on the sea is the flower god,
When she came, the waves were surging,
The wind on the sea is a pianist. She plays 10,000 kinds of songs as soon as she comes.
The wind on the sea is Hercules. As soon as he came, he sent away ten thousand fishing sails.
The wind on the sea is a lion. When it growls, it makes waves.
3. The dream of spring
Author: anonymous
I like to call my spring dream spring dream.
I tried to dream about you, but it was always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up. I heard that it will make my dream come true.
In this dreamlike spring, I can't sleep over and over with a lonely pillow.
4. Small scenes in the Woods
Author: Jin Bo
Sunlight shone through the branches and leaves and became bright green.
The wind, whistling.
Gently slide over the leaves and flow into the air in the forest.
Also become sweet and soft.
So, on every tree.
There are birds singing.
5. Rain Lane
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long.
Lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is really lavender.
Lilacs are fragrant and lilacs are sad.
Worry in the rain, worry about hesitation.
She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me.
Silently sad, indifferent, melancholy.
She silently approached, approached and threw.
Breathing eyes, she floats by.
Like a dream, sad and confused like a dream
Like a dream, a lilac field.
I passed this girl, and she walked away silently.
When we reached the dilapidated fence, we crossed the rainy path.
Her color faded in the elegy of the rain.
Dispel her fragrance, even disperse her.
Breath, lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
Wandering in the long, long.
Lonely rain lane, I hope to float across a girl with a knot like cloves.