Poems about dreams, confidence, youth, and friendship

Teach me how not to miss her

Liu Bannong

There are some light clouds floating in the sky,

There is a slight breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blew my hair,

Teach me how to miss her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean,

The ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

This sweet silver night,

Teach me how to miss her?

The falling flowers on the water surface swim slowly,

The fish on the bottom swim slowly,

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her?

The dead trees swayed in the cold wind,

The wildfire burned in the dusk,

Ah!

There are still some residual clouds in the western sky,

Tell me how to miss her?

Coal in the furnace

——The emotion of attachment to the motherland

Guo Moruo

Ah, my young girl!

I will not live up to your hospitality

You should not live up to my consideration either.

I am so burning for my beloved

!

Ah, my young girl!

You should know my predecessor?

Don’t you think that my black slave is reckless?

It takes a black slave like me to have a heart like fire in my chest

.

Ah, my young girl!

I think my predecessor

was originally a useful pillar,

I was buried alive in the ground for many years

I have to see him again now. Sky light.

Ah, my young girl!

Since I saw the light of day again

I often miss my hometown.

I am so burning for my beloved

!

Farewell Cambridge

Xu Zhimo

Gently I left,

Just as quietly I came;

I wave gently,

I say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the river,

are the bride in the setting sun,

the beautiful shadow in the ripples,

in my heart Ripple.

The green banana plants on the soft mud,

swaying oilily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed

The pool under the elm shade,

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky

crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a long punt,

Walk back to where the grass is greener,

load a boat full of stars,

sing songs in the dazzling starlight

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is tonight’s Cambridge!

Quietly I left,

just as quietly as I came;

I waved my sleeves,

not taken away A cloud.

The market in the sky

Guo Moruo

The street lights in the distance are bright,

It seems like countless stars are shining.

The stars in the sky appeared,

It seemed like countless street lamps were lit.

I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.

Some of the items displayed in the street market are definitely rare things that don’t exist in the world.

Look, the shallow Tianhe River is certainly not very wide.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river,

will definitely be able to ride the cow back and forth.

I think they must be wandering around Tianjie at this moment.

If you don’t believe it, please look at the shooting star.

Even if they are walking with lanterns.

Rain Lane

Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and In the lonely rainy alley,

I hope to meet

a lilac-like

girl with a sad and resentful look.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sadness in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She was wandering in the lonely rain alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Walking silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently,

came closer, and cast a

breath-like look

She floated by

Like a dream,

Like a dream, sad and confused.

As if floating in a dream

A lilac field,

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently , far away,

reached the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain,

disappeared her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float< /p>

A lilac-like girl

A sad and resentful girl.

stagnant water

Wen Yiduo

This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.

The breeze cannot blow any ripples.

It is better to throw away more scraps and scraps of metal,

Just throw in your leftovers.

Maybe the copper will turn green into emerald,

A few peach blossoms will rust out on the iron can;

Let the grease weave a layer of silk,

The mold steamed up some clouds for him.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,

filled with pearl-like white foam;

The laughter of small beads turned into big beads,

p>

He was bitten by a mosquito that stole wine.

Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,

can only be said to be somewhat vivid.

If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,

The stagnant water will sing again.

This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.

This is by no means a place of beauty.

It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.

Look What a world it creates.

Some people

----Reflections on commemorating Lu Xun

Author: Zang Kejia

Some people are alive

He is dead;

Some people are dead

He is still alive.

Some people

ride on the heads of the people: "Oh, how great I am!"

Some people

look down The body is used as an ox and a horse for the people.

Some people

engrave their names into stones in order to be "immortal";

Some people

would rather be weeds and wait. Fire underground.

Some people

He lives so that others cannot live;

Some people

He lives to make a better life for the majority of people. .

Those who ride on the heads of the people will be beaten down by the people;

Those who serve as oxen and horses for the people will be remembered by the people forever. Stop him!

He who carves his name into the stone,

the name rots earlier than the corpse;

As long as the spring breeze blows,

There are green weeds everywhere.

He is a person who lives so that others cannot live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives to make a better life for most people,

p>

The crowd lifted him up very high, very high.

——November 1, 1949 in Beijing

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Teach me How to miss her

Liu Bannong

There are some light clouds floating in the sky,

There is a slight breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blew my hair,

Teach me how to miss her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean,

The ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

This sweet silver night,

Teach me how to miss her?

The falling flowers on the water surface swim slowly,

The fish on the bottom swim slowly,

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her?

The dead trees swayed in the cold wind,

The wildfire burned in the dusk,

Ah!

There are still some residual clouds in the western sky,

Tell me how to miss her?

Coal in the furnace

——The emotion of attachment to the motherland

Guo Moruo

Ah, my young girl!

I will not live up to your hospitality

You should not live up to my consideration either.

I am so burning for my beloved

!

Ah, my young girl!

You should know my predecessor?

Don’t you think that my black slave is reckless?

It takes a black slave like me to have a heart like fire in my chest

.

Ah, my young girl!

I think my predecessor

was originally a useful pillar,

I was buried alive in the ground for many years

I have to see him again now. Sky light.

Ah, my young girl!

Since I saw the light of day again

I often miss my hometown.

I am so burning for my beloved

!

Farewell Cambridge

Xu Zhimo

Quietly I left,

Just as quietly I came;

I wave gently,

I say goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the river,

are the bride in the setting sun,

the beautiful shadow in the ripples,

in my heart Ripple.

The green banana plants on the soft mud,

swaying oilily under the water;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,

I am willing to be a waterweed

The pool under the elm shade,

is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky

crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a long punt,

Walk back to where the grass is greener,

load a boat full of stars,

sing songs in the dazzling starlight

But I can’t sing,

Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;

The summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is tonight’s Cambridge!

Quietly I left,

just as quietly as I came;

I waved my sleeves,

not taken away A cloud.

The market in the sky

Guo Moruo

The street lights in the distance are bright,

It seems like countless stars are shining.

The stars in the sky appeared,

It seemed like countless street lamps were lit.

I think there must be a beautiful market in the misty sky.

Some of the items displayed in the street market are definitely rare things that don’t exist in the world.

Look, the shallow Tianhe River is certainly not very wide.

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl across the river,

will definitely be able to ride their cows back and forth.

I think they must be wandering around Tianjie at this moment.

If you don’t believe it, please look at the shooting star.

Even if they are walking with lanterns.

Rain Lane

Dai Wangshu

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and In the lonely rainy alley,

I hope to meet

a lilac-like

girl with a sad and resentful look.

She has

the same color as lilac,

the same fragrance as lilac,

the same sadness as lilac,

Sadness in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She was wandering in the lonely rain alley,

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me

Walking silently

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently,

came closer, and cast a

breath-like look

She floated by

Like a dream,

Like a dream, sad and confused.

Like floating in a dream

A branch of lilac,

This girl floated by my side;

She moved away silently , far away,

reached the dilapidated fence,

walked through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain,

disappeared her color,

dispersed her fragrance,

dissipated, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

and lonely rain alley,

I hope to float< /p>

A lilac-like girl

A sad and resentful girl.

stagnant water

Wen Yiduo

This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.

The breeze cannot blow any ripples.

It is better to throw away more scraps and scraps of metal,

Just throw in your leftovers.

Maybe the copper will turn green into emerald,

A few peach blossoms will rust out on the iron can;

Let the grease weave a layer of silk,

The mold steamed up some clouds for him.

Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,

filled with pearl-like white foam;

The laughter of small beads turned into big beads,

p>

He was bitten by a mosquito that stole wine.

Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,

can only be said to be somewhat vivid.

If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,

The stagnant water will sing again.

This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.

This is by no means a place for beauty.

It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.

Look What a world it creates.

Some people

----Reflections on commemorating Lu Xun

Author: Zang Kejia

Some people are alive

He is dead;

Some people are dead

He is still alive.

Some people

ride on the heads of the people: "Oh, how great I am!"

Some people

look down The body is used as an ox and a horse for the people.

Some people

engrave their names into stones in order to be "immortal";

Some people

would rather be weeds and wait. Fire underground.

Some people

He lives so that others cannot live;

Some people

He lives to make a better life for the majority of people. .

Those who ride on the heads of the people will be beaten down by the people;

Those who serve as oxen and horses for the people will be remembered by the people forever. Stop him!

He who carves his name into the stone,

the name rots earlier than the corpse;

As long as the spring breeze blows,

There are green weeds everywhere.

He is a person who lives so that others cannot live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives to make a better life for most people,

p>

The crowd lifted him up very high, very high.

——November 1, 1949 in Beijing

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming

Haizi

From tomorrow on, Be a happy person

Feed horses, chop wood, travel around the world

From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables

I have a house facing the sea, Spring is warm and the flowers are blooming

From tomorrow onwards, I will communicate with every relative

Tell them my happiness

The lightning of happiness told me

< p>I will tell everyone

Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Stranger, I also bless you

Wish You have a bright future

May your lover eventually get married

May you be happy in this world

I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers will bloom.

To the Oak

Shu Ting

If I love you——

It will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,

I borrow your high branches to show off myself;

If I love you——

I will never imitate the infatuated bird,

Repeat a monotonous song for the green shade ;

It is not just like a spring,

bringing cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

standing with you as the image of a tree.

The roots are clenched in the ground,

The leaves are touching in the clouds.

Every gust of wind passed by,

We all greeted each other,

But no one

understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Also like a halberd,

I have my

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt;

< p>We enjoy the mist, mist, mist, and rainbow,

It seems like we are separated forever,

But we are still dependent on each other for life,

This is the great love ,

Consistency is here:

Not only do I love your majestic body,

I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing

Xu Zhimo

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing

——

I am in a dream,

wandering in the light waves of the dream.

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing -

I am in a dream,

Her tenderness, My intoxication.

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing -

I am in a dream,

Sweetness is in a dream of brilliance.

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing -

I am in a dream,

Her betrayal, My sadness.

I don’t know in which direction the wind is blowing

——

I am in a dream,

In the sorrow of dreams Heartbroken!

I don’t know which direction the wind is blowing

——

I am in a dream,

Bloom is in a dream of brilliance.

Looking for Li Bai

Yu Guangzhong

——Drinking and singing wildly to spend the days in vain

Who is the hero who is so domineering

The pair of arrogant boots are still in the hands of Gao Lishi in shame and anger, but the person has disappeared

The wounded soldiers and refugees are all over the ground

The rhythm of Hu horses and Qiang horses intercourse

Left to Du Er's detailed groaning

Ever since that year when He Zhizhang was dazzled

I recognized you as a banished immortal, and became even more Pretending to be crazy

Use a enchanted wine bottle

Hide yourself so that even your wife can’t find you

I blame Chang’an for being a small city. The sky is long in the pot

In all your poems, you predict that

the water will suddenly escape, maybe tomorrow

A small boat breaks through the waves, with messy hair in the wind< /p>

——Now, as expected, you have disappeared

You have made enemies like a forest, and everyone wants to kill you

How can cirrhosis of the liver kill you

The wine went into the intestines, and 70% turned into moonlight

The remaining 30% roared into sword energy

Half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was transformed into half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty as soon as the embroidered mouth was spitted out

< p>From Kaiyuan to Tianbao, from Luoyang to Xianyang

The hustle and bustle of riding all the way

Not as good as your song a thousand years later

Crystal quatrains are light Button my forehead

A loud and provocative echo

I am already down and out in this world

It would be too embarrassing to let Yelang Wu Nai go again

< p>What is still a mystery is your hometown

Longxi or Shandong, Qinglian Township or Suiye City

Would you rather go back to your hometown?

Everywhere you get drunk, you said, is not a foreign country

Disappearance is the only fate of a genius

After death, where did you escape to?

The ape can't stop crying, and Du Er is trying to persuade you not to stop.

As soon as you turn around, your head is already white under the prison window

Seven Immortals and Five Friends, save them all I can't stand you anymore

Kuangshan is locked in fog and there is no way to enter

The fire is still not fully green, just half a grain of cinnabar

How to chase the vines? Flowing clouds in Hongxiu?

The shadow of the moon in the bottle, maybe that is your hometown

Have you often looked up to it throughout your life?

No matter whether you go out to smile to the west or cry to the west

Chang'an has already fallen

The return journey of 240,000 miles

There is no need to alarm the roc, nor to attract the crane

Just throw the wine glass into the air

It will spin into a flying saucer

A strange green flash Things are getting faster and faster

Take you back to the legend

Nostalgia

Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child

Nostalgia is A small stamp

I am here

My mother is there

When I grow up

Nostalgia is a narrow page Narrow ticket

I am on this end

The bride is on the other end

Later

Nostalgia is a short grave< /p>

I am outside

My mother is inside

And now

Nostalgia is a shallow strait

I am here

The mainland is over there

Nostalgia

Xi Murong

The song of hometown is a flute from Qingyuan

p>

Always sounds on moonlit nights

The appearance of my hometown is one of vague longing

As if waving goodbye in the fog

After separation

Nostalgia is like a tree without annual rings

Never grows old

Answer

North Island

Despicableness is the passport of the despicable,

Nobility is the epitaph of the noble,

Look, in the gilded sky,

p>

It was filled with the curved reflections of the dead.

The Ice Age has passed,

Why are there ices everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered.

Why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

with only paper, rope and figure,

in order to read before the trial.

Those condemned voices.

Let me tell you, world

I don’t believe it!

Even if there are a thousand challengers at your feet,

then count me as the thousand and first.

I don’t believe that the sky is blue,

I don’t believe in the echo of thunder,

I don’t believe that dreams are fake,

I don’t believe in death without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to burst,

Let all the bitter water pour into my heart,

If the land is destined to rise,

Let human beings re-choose the peak of survival.

New opportunities and twinkling stars are filling the unobstructed sky.

Those are five thousand years of hieroglyphs,

Those are the eyes that people in the future will stare at.

Everything

Beidao

Everything is destiny

Everything is smoke

Everything is nothing The beginning of the end

Everything is a fleeting pursuit

All joy has no smile

All suffering has no tears

All words are repetitions

All interactions are first encounters

All love is in the heart

All past events are in dreams

All hopes are accompanied by comments

All beliefs are accompanied by groans

Every explosion has a moment of tranquility

All deaths have lengthy echoes

The Bride of Loulan

Xi Murong

My lover was in tears

Buried me

With pearls, jade and frankincense< /p>

Wrap my smooth body

Then use trembling hands to insert the bird feathers

in my satin hair

He Gently close my eyes

Know that he is the last image in my eyes

Sprinkle flowers on my chest

< p>At the same time, there is also his love and sadness

The sunset

Loulan is empty and prosperous

My lover is lonely The earth departs

Leaving me with eternal darkness

And eternal sweetness and sorrow

And I can never forgive you

This way Wake me up recklessly

Expose me to the desolation that I no longer know

Break me

Break my once gentle heart

Only the setting sun is still the setting sun of that day

But who is there?

Who can bury me again

Give me back my thousand-year-old dream

p>

I should still be

Loulan’s bride

Fragment of chapter

Bian Zhilin

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,

The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows,

You decorate other people’s dreams.

Shayang Nala

Xu Zhimo

The most gentle thing is the gentleness of bowing her head,

Like a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze Shy,

Take care, say treasure,

There is sweet sorrow in that sound of treasure -

Shayanara!

Far and near

Gu Cheng

You

Look at me for a while

Look at the clouds for a while

p>

I think

When you look at me, I am far away

When you look at the clouds, they are very close

Alley

Gu Cheng

Alley

Curved and long

No door

No window

I'll take an old key

Knocking on the thick wall

Long live youth

Wang Meng

All days, all days come,

p>

Let us weave you with the golden thread of youth,

and the necklace of happiness.

There are singing and laughing on the small boat, the dancing on the campus under the moon,

Outing in the drizzle, marching in the morning with the first snow,

There is also the enthusiasm Arguments, beating, warm hearts...

The days passed in the blink of an eye, but they were also days full of daydreams,

One after another, the wishes were blurred, like spring rain,

p>

We have time, strength, and burning faith.

We are eager to live and fly in the sky.

It is a simple day, but it is also a changeable day.

The vast world makes us curious about everything.

We are always cheerful and never indifferent.

Tears, laughter, deep thoughts, all for the first time.

Let all the days go, let them go,

I move forward happily in life,

I will not let go of the heavy burdens. Soft,

What a serious battle, I will not be embarrassed,

One day, I finished wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat,

I miss you You, greeting you

And looking at you with pride!

Autumn

How fragrant

The dewdrops that covered the morning fell,

The tinkling sound of logging floated out of the deep valley.

Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,

Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

Live in a farmhouse in autumn.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,

Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like blue bream.

The reeds are covered with white frost,

The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.

Autumn games on fishing boats.

The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.

The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.

Where did the sound of the flute on the cow's back go?

The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.

Ideal

Liusha River

Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark;

Ideal is a fire, igniting an extinguished lamp;

Ideal is a lamp, lighting up the road at night;

Ideal is a road, leading you to dawn.

In an era of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;

In an era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization.

In an era of chaos, the ideal is stability;

In an era of stability, the ideal is prosperity.

Ideals are like pearls, one connected to another,

Throughout the past and present, they string together the future, and their gleaming light is endless.

Beautiful pearl string, the backbone of history,

The past reflects on the present, the present reflects on the future, and the ancestors reflect on the descendants.

Ideal is a compass, guiding the ship;

Ideal is a ship, carrying you on a long journey to the sea.

But sometimes ideals are like the arc of the sea and the sky kissing each other.

It is just out of reach, torturing your enterprising heart.

Ideals make you observe life with a smile;

Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate.

Ideals make you forget your premature gray hair;

Ideals make you still naive when your hair is gray.

Ideal is an alarm clock, crushing your golden dream;

Ideal is soap, washing your selfish heart.

Ideal is both a kind of gain,

Ideal is also a kind of sacrifice.

/p>

The laughter in loneliness, the bitterness in laughter.

Ideals make honest people often suffer misfortunes;

Ideals make unfortunate people survive in desperate situations.

Ordinary people become great because they have ideals;

A person with ideals is a "capital person".

There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals,

Ideals never abandon anyone.

To give new life to sinners, ideal is the resurrecting fairy grass;

To call back the prodigal son, ideal is a loving mother.

Don’t be resentful if your ideal has been tarnished.

That’s the devil testing your steadfastness.

Don’t cry if your ideal has been stolen.

Go find it quickly and be careful in the future!

A hero loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person.

Boasting about his achievements in the past is disgusting.

Mediocre people lose their ideals and become mediocre all their lives.

Cursing the environment in front of him ridiculously.

If they bloom ideally, peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits;

If they sprout ideally, elms and poplars will have dense shade.

Please ride on your ideal horse and set off with a whip.

The spring scenery is just right on the road and the sun is sunny in the sky.

I use my damaged palm

Dai Wangshu

I use my damaged palm

to explore this vast land:

< p>This corner has turned into ashes,

That corner is just blood and mud;

This lake should be my hometown,

(Spring, embankment The flowers are like a brocade barrier,

The young willow branches have a strange fragrance when they are broken)

I touch the waterweed and the coolness of the water;

This Changbai Mountain The snow-capped peaks are so cold that they are bone-chilling,

The water of the Yellow River slips out of the mud between your fingers;

The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are the grasses you grew up in those days

It is so thin, so soft... now there is only basil;

The lychee flowers in Lingnan are lonely and haggard,

Over there, I am dipping in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats... < /p>

The invisible palm swept across the infinite mountains and rivers,

The fingers were stained with blood and ashes, the palm was stained with darkness,

Only the far corner was still intact, < /p>

Warm, clear, solid and vigorous spring.

On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm,

Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.

I put all my strength in the palm of my hand

Put it on it, sending love and all hope,

Because only there is the sun and spring,

p>

It will drive away darkness and bring revival,

Because only there we will not live like animals,

die like ants... There, the eternal China!

Occasionally

Xu Zhimo

I am a cloud in the sky,

Occasionally projected in the center of your wave——

p>

You don’t need to be surprised,

And there is no need to be happy -

It disappeared in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of ??darkness,

You have yours, I have mine, direction;

You may as well remember,

It is best that you forget,

The light that shines upon each other during this encounter!

Prophecy

He Qifang

This heart-beating day has finally arrived!

Oh, your approaching footsteps are like a night sigh

I can clearly hear the whispers of forest leaves and night wind,

The elk galloping across the moss The faint sound of hoofbeats!

Tell me with the singing voice of your silver bell,

Are you the young god in the prophecy?

You must be from the gentle south!

Tell me the moonlight there, the sunlight there!

Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers,

How the swallows are obsessed with the green poplars!

I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike singing.

I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to have forgotten it.

Please stop your tired running,

Come in, there is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on!

Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn.

Listen to me singing my own song in a low voice!

The song is as melancholy and high-spirited as the fire,

The fire is telling my life.

Don’t move forward! Ahead is the boundless forest:

The ancient trees bear the markings of wild beasts,

They are entangled like half-lived and half-dead vine pythons,

In the dense leaves Not a single star can be missed. .

You will timidly dare not let go of the second step,

When you hear the empty voice of the first step.

Do you have to go? Please wait for me to go with you!

My footsteps know every familiar path,

I can keep singing songs that forget my tiredness,

Give it to you, give it to you again The tenderness of hands!

The thick darkness of the night blocked us,

You can look into my eyes without blinking!

You did not listen to my excited singing,

Your feet did not pause for my trembling!

Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk,

Disappeared, disappeared your proud footsteps!

Oh, you finally came speechless as the prophecy said,

Did you leave speechless, young God?

Autumn

How fragrant

The dewdrops that covered the morning fell,

The tinkling sound of logging floated out of the deep valley.

Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,

Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

Live in a farmhouse in autumn.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,

Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like blue bream.

The reeds are covered with white frost,

The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.

Autumn games on fishing boats.

The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.

The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.

Where did the sound of the flute on the cow's back go?

The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.

Paper Boat

Bing Xin

I never abandon a piece of paper,

I always keep it - keep it< /p>

Stacked into small boats,

thrown from the boat into the sea.

Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,

Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.

I still keep folding them every day without getting discouraged,

I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want it to go.

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

Don’t be surprised that it entered the dream for no reason.

This is what your beloved daughter folded with tears in her eyes,

Thousands of rivers and mountains, please ask it to carry her love

and sorrow back home.