Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to 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,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Melt in her gentle heart
Flowers bloom and fall, and eventually turn into spring mud, but it also moistens the soil.
Candles give birth to candles, which eventually turn to ashes, but they are also bright.
Faced with yesterday's troubles, we must forget them.
Looking forward to the sunrise tomorrow.
Remember what others have done for you, son.
Hopefully
Spread your wings and fly under your blue sky!
Pushkin
If life deceives you, don't be sad and impatient! Melancholy days need peace: believe in it and happy days will come. The heart always yearns for the future; I am often depressed now. Everything is instantaneous, and everything will pass; And what has passed will become a kind of nostalgia.