I saw you in a previous life. In Chang 'an, there were white pear blossoms all over the city.
The wind in the prosperous Tang Dynasty blew gently.
Jin Ge Tiema was drunk in the yellow sand,
the lost youth in Xiaozhao Temple.
Your smile melted into Mount Everest,
My soul was buried in Nyainqentanglha. < p
It's the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Best friend
Your clear eyes are blooming with extraordinary splendour
It seems like a touch of burning hongxia
The bright gem is also dejected and helpless
It's deep love
What makes you so happy
Sending this dormant fragrance out of thin air
That majestic roar < The sword in your hand
because I already know
that you regard pain as yourself
Time
The passage of time
The shortness of life
makes time precious
Time is an angel
It makes the value of life
Time is a devil
It makes the passage of time
Time is a multiple-choice question < Only a sigh
takes away the years of life
Time won't stay for you
Looking back indifferently
will make you lose more
Don't stop at your own pace for time
The years of elegance pass by
A regretful heart
The music will end
Time is like the wind, so don't worry about it.
I gently waved and
bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
the bride in the sunset,
the gorgeous shadow in the waves,
rippling in my heart.
the green grass on the soft mud,
the oily grass is swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of the Kanghe River,
I am willing to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm
is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky
crushed among floating algae, and
a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
dreaming? Support a long pole,
wander to greener grass,
load a boat full of splendor,
sing songs in the splendor of splendor.
But I can't play songs,
Quietly is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are silent for me, too.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve, and
I didn't take away a cloud.
November 6, 1928