A bridge connects the north and the south, turning the natural chasm into a thoroughfare. (Mao Zedong)
Building a boat as a beam does not show its light. (The Book of Songs. Daya. Ming Dynasty)
On the stream at the home of the prefect Huanzhu, a small bridge spans diagonally across the green quicksand. (Huazhen)
The rain is dark at dusk in the west of the bridge, and the spring river outside the fence is green.
The bridge leads to the small market, close to the forest, and the mountain belt is connected to the flat lake and the wild temple.
The momentum of the wheel follows the direction of the sky, and the bridge shape leads across the sea.
Under the water, the clouds on the distant mountains are like snow, and the grass on the flat shore beside the bridge is like smoke
Farewell Cambridge
Xu Zhimo
Gently I Gone,
Just as I came gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river
is the bride in the sunset
The beautiful shadow in the ripples of light,
ripples in my heart.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed
That pool under the shade of the tree,
is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky
Crushed among the floating algae,
Precipitating rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole,
Sail back to where the grass is greener,
Load a boatload of starlight,
Sing in the colorful 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 !
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud.