If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,
I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-
Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!
Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.
Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.
Shian Nora-Japanese girl.
The most important thing is the gentleness of bowing your head, like the invincible shyness of a water lotus in the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure-Shia Nora!
In order to find a star
I rode a blind horse with crooked legs and whipped the night;
-Whip the darkness,
I rode on a lame blind horse. I rushed into the dark night,
To find a star; -
In order to find a star, I rushed into this dark wilderness.
Tired, tired of the animals under my feet,
The star has not appeared yet; -The stars haven't appeared yet,
I'm exhausted. I'm exhausted.
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky.
There is an animal in the wilderness and a corpse at night. -
This time a crystal lamp appeared in the sky!
Eliminate interest
The thunderstorm temporarily subsided; A double rainbow like a double dragon appeared in the mist.
Yao Jiao, bright and vivid,-
Good omen! It must be sunny tomorrow. What! Another burst of thunder,
-From the clouds, from the sky,
It's getting dark again, and the fresh rainbow is gone,-
Hope that never stood firm was destroyed again.
Shanghai-Hangzhou chezhong
Hurry! Come on, come on! When is a cigarette, a mountain and a cloud?
A piece of water, a bridge, an oar, a pine tree, a clump of bamboo and red leaves:
Colorful fields, colorful autumn scenery, clear, vague and dreamy,
-Come on, come on! Is it a wheel or time?
Urging old Qiu, urging old age!
Residual stone
Who do you blame? Who do you blame? Isn't it thundering in the blue sky? Close: lock;
Dust on the tiles until tomorrow! Don't look at the smooth white stone steps.
Some other time, alas, grass grows in the crevices, and the green on the slate is full of berries!
There are fish in the sapphire jar under the porch, but who else can change the water?
Who rakes the grass and feeds it! Three or five days ago, you must roll your eyes.
Don't float to death, let the ice decompose!
The most pitiful thing is that Ying Ge with red mouth and green hair has been taught by the empress.
Being able to sing on the flute is really spoiled. If you are late, you will be scolded.
Now, you're in charge! There is only an empty yard waiting for you to answer! ......
Change and invariability
The leaves on the tree said, "It's changed again. You see, some people are heartbroken.
Have a plenty of curling coke! ""yes, "the answer is my own voice:
Also withered and withered in the cold west wind.
At this time, the contiguous stars climbed to the top of the tree; "Look here,"
They seem to say, "Has it changed?"
"Look here," another voice started invisibly.
"Isn't it as distinct?" -My soul interrupted it.
Deep alleys in the middle of the night
It woke me up from sleep again, the sound of pipa in the middle of the night! Whose sorrow is this,
Whose finger is it, like a cold wind, like a miserable rain, like a fallen flower,
It's late at night, drowsiness strikes, and the strings are tight.
Playing with the horns of the merchants in the palace, at midnight, in the deserted street, the waning moon hung on the willow tips.
Ah, that half moon, like his broken hope, is wearing a flowered hat.
Wearing chains, jumping wildly on the road of time, laughing wildly,
It's over, he said. Blow out your light. She's waiting on the other side of the grave.
Waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss, waiting for your kiss!
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. 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,
It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,
Quiet is 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.