White clouds are full of the sun;
When Qingshan Huan slept,
As fuzzy as milk,
Like a veil,
Apply makeup to the bride's face.
Standing quietly by the window,
There is not a bird in the world,
There is no shadow under it,
Only the breeze is blowing,
Only the distant clock is left.
The fundus was destroyed,
Ears will die;
In her hometown, she is like a ghost.
Suddenly, suddenly, I thought of it!
Street lamps along the North River
There is dense felt,
Covering the white sun.
Along the silent river,
Covered with loneliness and darkness.
Only a row of lights on the wall is half on and half off.
Still flickering and trembling.
How weak they are!
But this is our only eye of wisdom!
They help us understand ourselves;
Let's look at the way forward.
They are good friends.
Give us hope and comfort.
Bless you, light,
May you last forever!