Dai wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She wandered in the lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
voicelessly
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
To Kane
I remember that wonderful moment:
You appeared in front of me,
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
In the torment of despair and sadness,
In the noisy and illusory chaos,
Your gentle voice echoed in my ear for a long time,
I still see your lovely face in my sleep.
Many years have passed. Fanatical passion
Dispel past dreams,
So I forgot your gentle voice,
And that angelic face.
In the backcountry, in the dark life of imprisonment,
My years passed quietly,
No divinity, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
Now the soul has begun to awaken:
At this time, you reappeared in front of me.
Like a flash in the pan,
Like a pure and beautiful elf.
My heart is beating with ecstasy,
For it, everything woke up again,
With divinity and inspiration,
With life, tears and love. (Pushkin)
autumn moon
The same moonlight,
Tonight, because we are all looking up-
Look at it, full of charm,
Being a thug from a black man
Rising in the clouds—
It looks extraordinarily bright and round.
It spread on the road,
It floats on the water,
It is immersed in
Water plants knot like sadness.
Underwater;
It's on the ridge of the ancient city,
Thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
Breathe,
It stroked.
Grave ruins scattered inside and outside the city,
In the intermittent sound of resident birds,
Want to see old and new ghosts,
Stand together like us,
Eyes shining,
Chewing the biting shade:
Silver lingering poetry
Like the star phosphorus on the water,
Flying in the dew.
Listen to the songs of the four fields-
Eternal and humble harmony,
Sadness and joy,
Hatred and love,
Preserve heat energy in the dark,
In this autumn night and autumn eclipse
In the vast universe,
The greatness of "solution"
In all the tiny depths
launch
Baby's smile!
He's interested in you.
I climbed the Gorkon in Wan Ren.
Thorns pierced my clothes,
I looked into the foggy sky-
God, I can't see you!
I dug up a thick shell,
Destroyed the snake dragon's nest,
In the bottomless bath, my name is-
God, I can't hear you!
I met a child on the side of the road:
Lively, beautiful, clothes,
He called his mother with love in his eyes-
Oh, my God, he has a crush on you!
Hongmei love
Crystal snow is like your white clothes.
Let me miss you purely.
The fiery plums reflect you brilliantly.
I imagine your smile.
Yiren, you are a rose.
Bloom in warm spring
And I fell into the cold snow.
That's the arrogant Mei!
* The happiness of snowflakes-Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly? , fly? , fly? ,——
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
* Shian Nala-Xu Zhimo
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Just like the shyness of the lotus outside the cool breeze,
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-
Shian, Nora.