1. On the river in autumn evening
Author: Liu Dabai
The birds returning to their nests are tired.
He carried the setting sun back with his wings folded.
The setting sun falls on the river, and the white-headed reeds fall.
I also put on makeup for a moment.
2. The sea has fallen asleep
Author: Liu Raomin
The wind has stopped making noise, the waves have stopped laughing,
In the middle of the night , the sea sleeps.
She holds the bright moon and carries the stars on her back.
The gentle sound of tide was her snoring while sleeping.
The wind on the sea, the wind on the sea is the goddess of flowers.
As soon as she comes, thousands of waves bloom.
The wind on the sea is the piano player. Come and play thousands of songs.
The wind on the sea is a strong man. When he comes, he sends away thousands of fishing sails.
The wind on the sea is like a lion. When it roars, it raises waves to the sky.
3. "Spring Dream"
Author: Anonymous
I like to call the dreams I have in spring a spring dream.
I try hard to dream about you, but it’s always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow over when I wake up, I heard that doing this will make my dreams come true.
In this imaginative spring, I am tossing and turning, unable to sleep alone.
4. "Small Scene in the Forest"
Author: Jin Bo
The sun shines through the branches and leaves, dyeing it a bright green color.
The wind whistles.
The air gently slides over the leaves and flows into the woods.
It also becomes sweeter and softer.
So, on every tree.
They are all hung with the songs of birds.
5. Rain Alley
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
The wandering is long and long.
In the lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.
She is the same color as lilac.
As fragrant as lilacs, as sad as lilacs.
Sad in the rain, sad and hesitant.
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
Like me, like me.
Walking silently, indifferent, desolate and melancholy.
She approached silently, approached and cast.
She passed by with a breath-like gaze.
Like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac floating in a dream.
This girl floated past me, and she moved away silently.
After reaching the dilapidated fence, we walked through the rainy alley.
In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared.
Dispersed her fragrance, dissipated even her.
Eye like breath, melancholy like lilac.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.
The wandering is long and long.
In the lonely rainy alley, I hope that a girl with a lilac-like knot and sorrow will pass by.