Excuse me, are there any good poems to recite in the bleak poems? Thank you.

"Naiheqiao waited for three years, but could not return to that day", an ancient and beautiful oath!

Play like a dream

Ni Nan on the banks of Sansheng River.

Instantaneous test

You forgot that face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Trapped under the old moon

The fleeting time blown away by the wind

Was left hanging yesterday.

We agreed to meet for a hundred years.

If someone is dismembered at the full moon at the age of 97.

Naiheqiao has been waiting for three years.

In the chaotic time and space, I waited for the oath in vain.

Only my lonely shadow is left.

Copy of the day of the meeting

The unrestrained world of mortals misses you.

I walk in the lonely morning.

Can you see it?

Endless flowerpot

Much like your sad eyes.

Scattered my horizon intertwined with time and space.

I got lost in the city months ago.

Why is love always so sad?

I can't go back.

But a long time ago, I forgot once

Is it pale and powerless?

I can't go back to the day when I met you.

We agreed to wait at Naiheqiao for three years.

I still can't wait for that day.

Is it pale and powerless?

Can't go back to the day when I met you. ...

Rain Alley

-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 lingers in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

Walking silently,

Cold, sad, melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes,

She floated by.

Like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field,

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.

(I like this)