Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
A girl with a lilac knot.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Sorrow in the rain, sorrow and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Silently like me.
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She silently approached, approached and threw.
Sighing eyes
She drifted by like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac garden in a dream,
I passed this girl by;
She left silently, left,
Arrived at the decadent wall and walked into this rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her color, dispel her fragrance,
Dissipate, even her sighing eyes.
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Modern Poetry-Listening to the Rain
Collection: Cloud Window Dream
Author: Cloud Window Dream
Wan's hoofbeat from far to near.
Just like the sound of 50 strings crossing the Great Wall, it awakened the dreamer.
Quietly teasing the stupefied curtains
Whispers of birds looking for nests
if there is no
Cold reinforced jungle.
Into a dangerous and rugged river bank.
Turn the huge white flowers into pieces.
It is accompanied by rhythm mercilessly.
The wind is coming.
Stepping on the awning of the opposite family with unwilling and urgent steps
Rise in succession
I can't see your face in the dark.
Is it a pity that no one appreciates it?
cannot
Naked insects lie on the shore.
Miss you tenderly in a flying dream.