waiting for you, in the rain, in the rainbow-making rain,
cicadas fall, frogs rise
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame, and it doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain,
I feel that every lotus is like you
especially through dusk, through such drizzle
eternal, instant, eternal. In eternity
if your hand is in my hand, at this moment
if your fragrance is
in my nostrils, I will say, sweetheart
promise, this hand should pick lotus, in the Wu Palace
this hand should
shake a handle of cinnamon pulp, and in the Mulan boat
a star hangs on the cornice of the science museum < You come
like a poem
from a love story
from Jiang Baishi's words, you come
from the second and ninth songs, and Lin Huiyin's
smiles at her eyes, lips,
and the round vortex of her lips.
Gorgeous as dew,
Laughter after smile hides in the flash of
Bei's teeth.
It's a smile-the smile of God, the beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
it's her loose curls that are laughing.
scattered next to her ear.
soft as a flower shadow,
itchy sweetness
flooded into your heart.
That's a smile-a poem smile, a painting smile:
The trace of clouds, the soft waves of waves.
It is said that Xu Zhimo began to write poems because he adored this talented woman. However, Lin Huiyin finally chose Liang Sicheng, and many people later knew the name because of this allusion. I don't think a name that can write such a work needs to be memorized by allusions.
No.3 and No.8, Fei Ming's Star. ?
the stars in the sky,
each one is said to be an eternal spring flower.
On the east wall, the shadow of begonia flowers,
The cluster says it is the eternal autumn moon.
waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
The stars in the middle of the night last night,
clean as a bright net,
sparse without losing,
spring flowers and autumn moons, too,
children are not fish, but they know fish.
Feng Wenbing integrated his beloved Lao Zi and Zhuang Zi into his poems, and thoughts flowed everywhere in his works. Compared with him, those so-called philosophical poems are not in the same class at all.
No.4 and No.7, Bian Zhilin's Broken Chapters.
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The scenery watcher is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
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songs five and six, Zheng Chouyu's "mistakes". ?
I walked across the south of the Yangtze River
It looks like a lotus flower in the season
The east wind doesn't come, and the catkins don't fly in March
Your heart is like a small lonely city
Just like a bluestone street, it doesn't sting at night
The spring curtain in March doesn't open
Your heart is a small window, which is tightly closed
I dada's. Many of Zheng Chouyu's poems are worth reading, especially Mistress.
Sixth and fifth songs, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water".
This is a ditch of desperate stagnant water.
The breeze can't blow a bit.
Why don't you throw more junk and
splash your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into jade,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold will steam him some clouds;
let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, and
it is full of pearly foam;
The laughter of the little beads turned into big beads, and
they were bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
then a ditch of desperate stagnant water,
can be praised as somewhat vivid;
if the frog can't stand loneliness,
it's dead water and it sings.
This is a backwater of despair.
This is definitely not where beauty lies.
It is better to leave it to ugliness to cultivate.
Let's see what world he has created.
Only a person with such a character can write such a work.