-Feng Zhi-
We sat quietly by the lake, famous modern poems,
Listen to the swallows tell us about the quiet night in the south.
They brought the quiet night in the south,
The reeds at night evaporate with strong enthusiasm-
I feel the intoxication of the southern night,
Please smell the strong smell in the reeds.
You said that a big bear is always like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it will make you cold all over.
At this time, the swallows skimmed the water gently.
Stars are scattered on the lake-
Please look at the stars in this lake.
The starry sky in the south is such a scene.
You said you suspected the ginkgo tree over there,
It seems that the snow on the tree has never melted.
At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree.
Sing a warm song-
Please listen to the swallow's song.
This is the scene in the southern forest.
We don't always feel like tropical people,
Our chests will always be as calm as autumn and winter.
Swallow says there is a rare flower in the south.
I was lonely for twenty years before I opened it once—
At this moment, I suddenly felt a flower hidden in my chest.
It will open like a fire in this quiet night!
remember
-He Qifang-
When I think of the nocturne in Jiangnan, I fall off the eaves.
With the lightning net and current brush,
Upstairs and downstairs, I walked around in the rain,
Walking past your door, you are not allowed to hear.
Think of the bank, we sit in a row,
Ten thousand points of money flow, and the moon shadow falls on the river waves.
You take turns talking, I listen quietly,
Have a quiet sleep and look at the Tianhe in the sky.
Think of you, think of your little tenderness:
Wake up in the middle of the night, a glowing lamp,
Quietly, like the soul in my dream,
It's you, not the star in the corner of the window.