If this is a breakup.
In my young heart
Can I forgive you?
Just like fallen leaves can forgive the rudeness of the wind.
Youth can forgive years for erasing her.
Crickets no longer make sounds.
Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.
The last rain wet the wild roses.
They say the roses by the lake are like songs.
Will you sit under the moon?
Hear me sing
Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.
Fly over the lake
Fly to the full moon
Festival moon
Moon in Mid-Autumn Festival
Always so melancholy.
Like the sadness of hollow autumn water
With my helpless sadness.
Stretch out your slender hand
Cut through a wisp of hazy moonlight
Let me collect the loneliness tonight
Osmanthus fragrans in August began to smell sweet.
but I ...
I can't find the direction when I come.
Where the moon rises.
Moon rises
The sound of a carving returning to the nest.
There are fish jumping out of blue light.
There is a piano playing an old legend.
I don't know whose eyes.
Fall on the birch tree and blink.
Show wisdom and detachment
night
But throw it on the moon.
Infinite tenderness
It was also that night.
Those posted on the window
Grandma cut off the window grilles.
Wrapped in ice flowers
In my dream
It melted.
(Sarthou: a place name in Daqing,
Mongolian means "the place where the moon rises")
Zhong Qiu
Chinese
When the Mid-Autumn Moon suddenly falls,
Someone panicked.
The moonlight fell like a bullet.
It hurts people.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is covered with a dark blue cloak.
Is that my bulletproof vest?
People hide in every happy place,
One night, I want to see my hometown.
Mid-Autumn Festival makes people strong.
Everyone is eating moon cakes.
The moon cake is as long as mine.
We were ambushed by the moon.
Singing cold and summer,
Black and blue.
Zhong Qiu
1
If this is a breakup.
In my young heart
Can I forgive you?
Just like fallen leaves can forgive the rudeness of the wind.
Youth can forgive years for erasing her.
2
Crickets no longer make sounds.
Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.
The last rain wet the wild roses.
They say the roses by the lake are like songs.
Will you sit under the moon?
Hear me sing
Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.
Fly over the lake
Fly to the full moon
three
Life is a difficult play.
The stage was crowded with people.
No lights, no music.
Only with my loud voice
Sing the song whose name I forgot.
So what?
The years will go on
I don't know when to part again.
four
The moon has risen into the sky.
It turns out that the lake will also have tidal sounds.
It turns out that it is eternal from beginning to end.
Just the full moon and the lack of the moon.
In the pale forest
Autumn chrysanthemum blooms.
below the moon
You and I say goodbye with tears.