Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
That's laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile;
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
Hear music in the middle of the night
This must be your finger again,
Flip,
In the middle of the night, I feel sad;
I can't help blushing,
Listen quietly,
The vivid scene of midnight black boy.
Listen to my heart,
horrible
I know, but how can I respond?
Life has already defined her style,
Too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in my dream,
you and I
Let's climb the string of hope.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
prefer
I'd rather be a fallen leaf,
Let the rain fall everywhere;
Or a cloud, in a clear blue sky,
No longer connected with the earth.
But grab that sad sign,
To touch the disappointment that has not landed;
Twilight, night shift, tiptoe,
Everything is empty, without tenderness;
Forget the existence of this world; Have you;
Mourn for those who have loved;
Falling like a fallen flower, forgetting to go.
The emotion in these tears.
Nothing will be left until that day comes,
Less than an instant, a gust of wind.
Trace, you have to forget me, too
I live in this world.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
still
You stretch out into the clear sky like a lake.
White clouds are like a first-class cold current, clear.
Let me follow Lin 'an to explore your fountain;
I still have all kinds of doubts.
Every reflection of you!
You spread like a thousand flowers!
Fairy face is every petal of yours, which is more fragrant.
The warm and attractive smell of flowers, accompanied by a cool evening:
I said flowers, this is a trick of spring.
To steal someone's infatuation!
You learn from books whose leaves are blowing in the wind,
Reveal your every thought; Every corner of the mind,
Your eyes look at me and you keep talking:
But I still didn't answer, and there was silence.
Embrace my soul forever.
Excerpted from Selected Poems of New Moon (193 1 September)
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A summer night in the mountains
One summer night in the mountains, I won.
Like no bottom;
Shadows, dense pine forests;
There is no light around.
There is only one lamp flashing on the mountain-two lamps.
Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching
The wind is spreading all over the mountain.
Like to walk;
Branches and leaves that have fled to the ground.
There are silent meadows everywhere.
It's just running water, which keeps flowing in the valley.
Stone's heart and mouth are singing.
Even a static electricity, under cover.
Like soft curtains.
The problem is gone. It's at the four corners.
Fuzzy, is this a dream snooping?
The night elephant is praying and silently expecting.
Deep and gloomy piety spreads in silence.
193 1 year
Excerpt from New Moon, Volume 4, Issue 7 (June 1933)
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Excitement and indignation
I want to seize this bold moment.