North Island
Everything is fate;
Everything is smoke.
Everything is the beginning without an ending;
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
All joy has no smile;
All suffering has no tears;
All languages are repetitive;
All contacts are new;
All love is in my heart;
All the past is in a dream;
All hopes are annotated;
All beliefs groan;
All outbreaks have a moment of calm;
All deaths have long echoes.
This is everything, too.
-Answer "Everything" of North Island
Shu Ting
Not all trees,
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds,
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true,
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams,
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything,
Just like you said!
Not all the flames,
They'll only burn themselves,
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars,
It only means darkness,
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs,
Just passing by my ear,
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything,
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts,
They all stepped under their feet, in the mud;
Not all the consequences,
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
Farewell to Cambridge
Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of Cambridge,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky,
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Take a wormwood,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
When I was young,
Homesickness is a small stamp,
I'm at this end,
Mom is over there.
When I grow up,
Homesickness is a narrow ticket,
I'm at this end,
The bride is over there.
Later,
Homesickness is a short grave,
I'm outside,
Mom, it's inside.
now
Homesickness is a shallow strait,
I'm at this end,
The mainland is over there