There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
The dead trees shook in the cold wind.
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
-Liu Bannong "Teach me how not to think about her"
2/ 10? Xiangyi
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
-Xu Zhimo's "Accidental"
3/ 10? incienso
Walking alone with an oil-paper umbrella
Long, long, lonely rain lane,
I hope to meet a lilac.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Silently, like me,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly, approached,
And relieved,
She drifted by like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Scattered her fragrance, dissipated,
Even her sighing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Walking alone with an oil-paper umbrella
Long, long, lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
-Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane
4/ 10? be deeply attached to each other
I came from the mountains with orchids,
Plant it in a small garden and hope it will bloom well.
If you look at it three times a day, it will be too late to see the flowers;
I'm anxious to see the flowers, but there's no one there.
Seeing the coming of autumn, moving flowers for home;
The spring breeze will come back next year, and I wish you a pot full of flowers!
-Hu Shi's hope
5/ 10? meet with
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.
-Bian Zhilin's "Out of Chapter"
6/ 10? Xiangnian
It's not that I can't tear it off with my fingers,
It's not that I can't cut with scissors,
Slowly, gently,
Carefully picked up the purple lips;
I know that in this letter,
Hide her secret kiss.
From her serious folding,
I put pink stationery,
It was very solemn at first.
I wrote to her very solemnly.
Word by word, line by line,
Line by line, word by word
I read it carefully.
I don't like that vague stamp,
I don't like that delicate pattern,
Slowly, gently,
Carefully uncover the green postal flowers;
I know that on the back of this stamp,
Hide her secret kiss.
-Liu Dabai's "Mail Kiss"
7/ 10? Love each other
We sometimes have an intimate evening,
In a strange room,
What it's like during the day,
We don't know each other,
Not to mention its past and future.
Vilen-
Looking out of the window,
We only vaguely remember that at dusk.
The way to it is to understand it.
After leaving tomorrow, we will never come back.
Close your eyes! Let those intimate nights
Strange places are intertwined in our hearts:
Our life is like Yuan Ye outside the window.
We recognized it in the hazy Yuan Ye.
A tree, flashing lake light, is endless.
Hiding a forgotten past and a vague future.
-Feng Zhi "We sometimes spend an intimate night"
8/ 10? Know each other well
We stood side by side under the sky.
The world has fallen asleep.
Double stars in the sky
Reflected in our hearts.
We held hands and looked at the sky without saying a word.
Mysterious tremor.
Deep in our hearts.
-Zong Baihua's "We"
9/ 10? fall in love
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan.
The corolla you wear.
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose is yellow, and you are like;
You are as tender as a bud.
Gentle and happy, the water is floating.
You dreamed of Bai Lianhua.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
-Lin, "You are April Day on Earth"
10/ 10? Leave each other
My love is on the mountainside;
I want to find her. I bow my head and cry when the mountain is high.
My lover gave me a hundred butterfly towels; Give her back what: an owl.
From then on, you turned your back on me, and somehow I was scared.
My love is in the city;
People who want to find her are crowded and can't cry when they look up.
My lover gave me a map of Shuangyan; Give her what: sugar-coated haws.
From then on, he turned his back on me and confused me inexplicably.
My love is by the river;
I want to find her in the depths of the river, tears can't touch my eyes.
My lover gave me a gold watch; Give her back what: antiperspirant.
From then on, you turned your back on me,
Somehow it makes me nervous.
My love is good at home;
I want to find her. I don't have a car. I can't shake my head and cry.
My lover sent me roses; Give her back what: practice the snake in red.
Turn your back on me from now on,
I don't know why.-Let her go!
-Lu Xun's "My Lovelorn"