Chapter 1: Modern poems describing rural night scenes, such as Silent Night.
Take off your clothes.
Feel free to walk in the scenery around the house.
Let the wind gently brush your long hair.
Just walking.
I like picking a green leaf.
Let the breath of life die at your fingertips.
The heat of the sun
Be nourished by rain
There is hope for the wind.
Like enjoying the ups and downs of the plot.
Just thinking, thinking
Hope to lie on the grass
Smell the fragrance of the earth
Absorb the aura of the earth
Purify a tired mind
Let loneliness travel far.
Clear your mind.
Just laugh, laugh.
Like to recall the childlike interest of childhood.
Fly like a carefree bird
My father led my mother and smiled like an angel.
Planting flowers and picking beans in front of and behind the house
walk through a forest
Run across the field
Just love, love.
What I can't go back is just the vicissitudes of time.
I can't forget happiness and sadness.
Destined to go
Think seriously
Remember to smile.
Continue to love
Chapter 2: The street lights in the distant sky are clearly visible.
There seem to be countless stars shining.
Stars in the sky. Now,
It seems that countless street lamps are on.
I think that empty sky,
There must be a beautiful market.
Some items on display in the market,
It must be a rare thing in the world.
You see, the shallow Tianhe,
Certainly not very broad.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl across the river,
I'm sure I can ride a cow.
I think now,
You must walk in Tianjie.
If you don't believe me, please look at that meteor.
Even if they walk with lanterns.
Chapter three: Modern poems describing rural night scenes. Half the moon is smiling.
Sneaking around in the air
A couple in the garden.
Crickets sometimes sing and sometimes sing.
Moved by the weeping willows and the evening breeze, I danced with the song.
Oh! good night
In a selfish whisper
They poured out their hearts and left each other alone.
Enjoy the sweetness of your other half.
Occasionally a few frogs croak in the river.
Seems jealous of the happiness of these couples.
I cried in embarrassment.
You flirt like this
How can we single frogs refuel?
They only care about softness and lingering.
No one cares about the frog's protest.
The moon rose slowly into the sky.
Late at night
They tidied up their clothes.
Left the garden with satisfaction.
Leave the angry frog.
Fade the dancing willows.
Oh! And musical crickets.